#vore attempt

[nightmarevore]

honestly sad that vore audio is a bit of a lost art. it’s very good and i wish there was more of it.

[suzyandthefox]

50 Vore dialogue prompts if you even care

(Some of these will have heavier themes like self harm/suicide/etc, they meant to be used in soft safe nonsexual scenarios however)

(Tone of dialogue is up to you)

1: "Where am I?"

2"You're in my belly"

3: "Is it safe here?"

4: "I would have never done it if it wasn't safe "

5: "I'm scared"

6:"I'm all around you now"

7: "Just go on, eat me and end my misery"

8: "If you wish to die, then let me be your grave"

9: "Let me be home to you"

10: "Are you okay in there?"

11: "It's really wonderful here, thank you"

12: "You're safe now"

13: "Enough fighting, you can rest now"

14: "Let me swallow, for the sake of both of us,"

15: "What's that?"

16: "That's my heart"

17: "I didn't mean to do it, I'm sorry"

18: "I wish you just cut my head off instead of this,"

19: "Let me show you what happens to insolent little fools like you"

20: "I will give you the worst meal of your life!"

21: "You're staying with me, right?"

22:"I'm tired, can I sleep?"

23:"Sleep if you need to, I will be here when you wake up"

24: "What's happening?!"

25: "I'm not ready yet! Wait!"

26: "Place your trust in me, you have no one else after all."

27:"Your journey was meant to end in my mouth"

28:"Can you open your mouth for me?"

29:"Gentle,please, I'm still new to this."

30:"I almost want to go all the way down."

31:" Your throat is very... Inviting."

32: "Does it hurt when I touch here?"

33: "You're fascinating, "

34: "You taste horrible."

35:" Glad to know that you're suffering"

36:" Your stomach is empty, did you eat anything today?"

37:" I hate that I don't hate this"

38:" Please don't cry, you're going to be alright."

39: "Be careful please. "

40:" Don't go too deep, I won't be able to let you out."

41:" I'm trying to help you,"

42:" You're hurting me"

43:" I didn't think it would be so nice here."

44:" Be glad I agreed to this."

45:" You're very brave for this. "

46:" I'm bored, so I'm going to make it your problem. "

47:" Good luck trying to get out. "

48:" You're cute, I want to keep you in there forever."

49:" Entertain me, maybe I wouldn't eat you."

50: "Thank you, I owe you so much for this,"

[acorncake]

Could hank eat me pretry please 🥺🥺🥺 he's só handsome In your style

Hes not picky about who he eats

[blaackbiird]

I'll understand if you want to leave

[nomstellations]

They finally had their prey cornered. Having snatched them up into an alleyway after following them for a while, they loomed over their catch with a delightfully devilish grin. "I finally got you...don't even bother fighting. No one saw you, and no one will help you...~"

Their prey didn't cry out, or beg for mercy, or...anything. They pulled out their phone disinterestedly and started scrolling through it. "Oh, go ahead and try calling for help! All they'll hear is the sound of you being devoured~"

"Yeah yeah, sure."

They blinked, befuddled. Weren't they scared of being eaten? "Hey, I'm TALKING to you! I'm going to eat you!"

"I heard you the first time." They rolled their eyes, clearly not too worried about it. "Are you actually going to do it? I kinda had errands to run and you're interrupting them." "Y-you should be terrified! You should be begging me to stop, you s-"

"Whatever, you're not even going to follow through. I'm out." Brushing off the predator's arm, their former catch left the confused predator behind in the alleyway.

[wutwutno1]

This was way funnier in my head

[puppysdummyaccount]

my 2nd {and 3rd} ever animations for 8/8/21!

once again cbf altering the watermark for gifs so w/e

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

I Won't Let You Die (ShiIta)

Finally wrote something again wooo, so here I come with Naruto Shippuden content :)

Enjoy :]

TW: Safe/Soft Vore, kinda unwilling prey, attemted suicide, talk about eyes being taken out

Shisui was saved by Itachi just in time, being taken away from the anbus led by Danzo, who had stolen his right eye.

“Itachi… I thought you were… on a mission…” he said.exhausted, while looking at Itachi. “I felt like something was wrong so… I decided to come back..” he responded, clearly worried about his friend.

“I'm glad…” Shisui said as he looked at him with a small, slight smile. “I'm sorry for the inconvenience…” Itachi only shook his head. “You need to rest Shisui-…” “I need to talk to you first, Itachi…” He interrupted, clearly implying that it was important.

Itachi nodded, understanding his friend. Shisui guided him to a cliff that ended in a river and turned to Itachi. "It seems that there will be no way to stop the clan's coup... Just when I was going to start the mission, Danzo stole my right eye so I can no longer use the Kotoamatsukami" he said.

“If the other villages find out about the Uchiha rebellion, they could invade us and it would be an all-out war… And that would have big consequences”...

He let out a small sigh before looking at Itachi. "Danzo didn't trust me to stop the coup so he will surely come for my left eye, that's why I will give it to you.." he continued as he took out his left eye and handed it to Itachi, who placed it in one of his crows.

“I can only trust you, my best friend. Protect our village and the name of the Uchiha..” “I have accepted it.. What will you do now…?” Itachi asked him, still a little worried. “Who knows if my death will change the situation a little… I have already left a note…”

Itachi's eyes widened in socks. “Wait, Shisui…-!” “Don't stop me Itachi…!” Shisui said, prepared to fall backwards, when in a second he felt slightly nauseous, falling to his knees before being picked up and held by hands larger than him.

“...Itachi...? Why…-?" "..I won't let you die Shisui..." Itachi interrupted before placing the ninja reduced to 4 inches into his mouth. He held him in for a few seconds before swallowing, feeling him go down his throat and into his stomach a few moments later.

Shisui let out a slight sigh as he settled into the warm, soft spot, leaning against one of the stomach walls. He didn't think Itachi would use that jutsu to prevent his death. He looked around trying to remember what his friend's stomach looked like, mostly because he couldn't see it since he didn't have the eyes to see, keeping his eyelids closed.

After a brief moment to make sure Shisui was alright, he quickly headed towards the Hokage, but not before picking up Shisui's note, since it would be pointless leaving it there if Shisui was going to survive. He explained the situation to the Third, who said that he would take action against Danzo and that they’ll regain Shisui's right eye.

After a few days they managed to recover Shisui's eye and transplanted both of his eyes back. With that resolved, Shisui was able to put his clan under the genjutsu they had planned to put on them to postpone the rebellion and be able to reach an agreement with them later.

//

The sky was clear and the breeze was blowing gently. Shisui let out a soft sigh as he looked at the sky, looking back when he heard someone approaching. “Hey, Itachi…” he said with a slight smile. The other Uchiha waved back and sat next to him.

"You know... You didn't have to go to the point of commit suicide, Shisui... Even if it was for our village and the clan..." he said softly without looking at his friend.

"I guess I was rushing into thinking that I couldn't get my right eye back and put our clan into genjutsu..." He paused for a moment and looked at Itachi sympathetically, knowing how he felt.

“...I'm sorry, Itachi…” This time he did look at Shisui, sighing slightly before giving a small smile. “Just promise me you won't do something like that again without considering other options, okay?”

Shisui gave a small laugh before smiling again. "Alright Itachi, I promise." He paused for a moment before looking at Itachi with a raised eyebrow.

“By the way, could you do the jutsu thing again? I couldn’t observe my surroundings well during that moment.” Itachi just laughed at the comment. “Okay, when would you like to?”

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[vorekody]

Calamari

Honey (drawn for the billionth time) tearing up Larken - whose guts I showed off here-

[cellohorsead]

No way, a hungry Kirin before 8/8?!? Illegal!

Wowie, what's this? Blatant posing within the gulping action of some hungry ass Kirin? Golly! It is the day before 8/8, and because of it, my brain is as empty as... idk, something hollow. I got not much to say aside from beware! Hungry kirins out there are quite dangerous, especially on 8/8! Dorks, nerds, and any other sort, beware of such a danger c: Oh, and yes, I do plan to share the one shameless story of Partisan and Pepper doing stuff. It's self-indulgent, has no proper plot, and is very much a byproduct of feederism brainrot I suffered from lmao

[quotemenevervore]

Hehehe I finished that rewritten section really fast

Content warnings: soft, safe g/t vore, parties are unaware it’s safe, character thinking he’d killed the other, character having bad thoughts about themselves, character attempting to throw up, mention of the prison but not what happened in it

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Dream perked up at the mention of the potions, and busied himself by going and collecting a good amount of them while George moved to the living room to try and relax until he couldn’t push it off any longer.

Sure enough, the other returned quickly with a piece of string, a totem of undying, and several potions. A good amount of them were splash potions of healing and regen, and then two regular potions, one of night vision and the other of shrinking. Setting the bottles carefully on the table, he handed the totem over to the brunette before sitting down on the sofa beside him. He pulled out his communicator, sending off a quick message before shutting it off and pulling a book out. “Who did you just message?” “Told Sapnap we couldn’t hang out today. He hadn’t made plans to, but you know how he is.” Not even a moment had passed before George got a message, opening his communicator only to read from Quackity, ‘don’t have too much fun with Dream ;)’ Groaning, he quickly replied ‘we’re not doing anything, we’re investigating something important. Fuck off’

“Should have waited until he got here to say anything. Now Quackity is gonna lord this over my head forever.” “You think yours is bad? Sapnap’s been blowing my messages up, I can tell.” The brunette snorted at the reply, tilting his head to get a peek at the cover of the book. “It’s just some basic stuff. Like a tutorial book, I guess would be a good word for it. Figured it would pass the time.” “Can I read it?” “I guess. Here.” Dream moved the book and himself so the two were sitting leg to leg, setting the book down between the two of them. “Better read fast, though.”

They got through the entire book before Dream finally became impatient enough to ask. “How long has it been since-“ “It’s been about forty five minutes. I guess if we’re gonna do it now would be the time.” George began uncorking the potions, drinking the night vision first before his face scrunched up at the scent of the other. He powered through, forcing himself to drink it as Dream got the other things ready. When George had finally shrunken to the five inches he usually became, the blonde already had the string ready to tie a knot around the other’s waist. He tied it as securely as he could, watching the other’s face for any sign that he made it too tight. The brunette wouldn’t lie, seeing the amount of concern the other was putting into making sure this went okay put a warm feeling in his chest, and he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face.

At the same time, he couldn’t help the curiosity building inside him either. He’d always been stored by Sapnap, and Quackity had yet to have a chance to store him. Would being stored by someone without those instincts really be so different? He genuinely didn’t know what to expect, and it made the fluttery feeling in his stomach grow, but not out of fear. The knot was secure, the totem was in his inventory, and his communicator was in his pocket, waiting for him to start the call when he finally made it down. There was no way he could get gravely injured with all the precautions they put in place, and all that was left to do was see how this went.

“Ready?” Dream asked softly, and George didn’t hesitate before giving him a nod.

Getting eaten by three different people all the time gave Dream an advantage he hadn’t thought about before; He knew the best way to get George ready to be swallowed without causing him discomfort. He didn’t even get anywhere near the other’s teeth when he’d been gently placed into his mouth, and the movements around him were nothing short of calculated but gentle. It did not take long at all for him to be nudged back, and his nerves began to grow again. Even with the precautions they had in place, something could always go wrong. Gripping the totem of undying tightly in his hand, he used the other to pat at the tongue below him.

That was the sign Dream had been looking for, as he was then pushed the rest of the way back and tugged down with a soft swallow. Almost instantly, his friend gave a choked sound, and he froze up completely. “Dream!?” “String.” The larger rasped out, swallowing again and again to send him further down enough that his airway could clear and hopefully help the scratchy feeling the string left behind.

His hands were shaking badly due to the painful sensation, and honestly he should have expected an outcome like this. When the string was jerked out of his weak grasp to his next swallow, his mind froze in shock. He jammed his fingers into his mouth, trying to grasp the end of it before it was gone, but he was helpless to stop it as he swallowed a final time, the last of the string disappearing from his mouth.

Well… at least his throat didn’t hurt so bad now. The second his airways were clear, he was hyperventilating, scrambling to his feet to rush to the bathroom. He needed to let George out, he needed to let him out now they didn’t know if this was safe he couldn’t let anything happen to his best friend-

His throat hurt still, and he was shaking with adrenaline and fear, heart racing as he tried to make himself throw up. He would have thought feeling so sick at the thought of hurting his friend would make it a little easier for him to succeed at that goal, but all he was doing was dry heaving. Tears dripped down his face as he kept trying, unable to bear the thought of something happening.

It only occurred to him that it was a potion side effect when his abdomen was completely sore along with his throat and he still hadn’t thrown up George or the berry, only the saliva from his mouth. Collapsing against the vanity, he started full-on sobbing, arms wrapped around his stomach. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry George, it was a stupid idea you were right-“ his communicator began to ring, and he almost ignored it, he almost threw it against the wall. He didn’t want to talk to anyone after this, not after he was the reason George was going to die. Maybe Sam would lock him up in the prison, it’d be what he deserved-

He only faltered when he saw just who was calling. He answered immediately, shakily holding the com up to his ear. “Stop! Stop crying, you’re literally disorienting me, for Prime’s sake-“ “George?” His voice was raspy and weak, as if in disbelief. “I’m fine, I’ve been trying to tell you I’m fine but you couldn’t hear me! You need to calm down, Dream.” “Are you-“ “The berry’s whole. The potion shuts your system down completely, I’m safe. Just breathe, okay?” Now that the organ he was in wasn’t jumping around as often as before, he could feel his own fear beginning to subside.

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When he’d been dropped into his stomach he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why Dream was freaking out, his heart beating rapidly enough to raise concern in him. It wasn’t until he felt something fall into the organ with him that he realize what had happened, finding the end of the string and holding it up to the communicator so he could identity it. “…Shit.” He whipped around, directing the light towards the other side of the stomach, searching for the berry and finding it whole with a sigh of relief. At least he wasn’t in danger. Of course, he couldn’t even begin to relax at that point, as the other began trying to empty his stomach, the walls clenching and relaxing around him and throwing him around as they attempted and failed to bring him back up. “..Dream? What are you-“ the next attempt threw his balance off, and he landed in an ungraceful heap on the floor, groaning as he tried to sit up again. His fingers were wrapped tightly around his communicator, knuckles white as he tried to keep his bearings as his friend continued to try and throw him up. He needed to get the other’s attention, he needed to calm him down. “Dream! Dream, it’s okay. You gotta calm down.” He tried rubbing at the stomach walls, something he did with Sapnap knowing it made him relax, but he got no kind of positive response, only hearing his friend give up, and begin to sob, shaking the organ worse than before. With a sigh, he pulled his hand away.

“Dream? Dream! I’m okay, I’m safe!” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry George-“ he can’t hear me, he realized. Quickly pulling up his contact on the com he wasted no time dialing him.

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Eventually, the blonde had managed to get his breaths back to the semi-calm it had been before, wiping the last of his tears away as his shoulders slumped against the vanity. “Are.. are you sure you’re okay?” “Yea. Berry’s completely fine.” “George, how am I supposed to bring you up? The potion makes it impossible to throw up.” “I.. dunno. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” The brunette tried once more to rub at the walls surrounding him, trying to ease them of their tenseness. Thankfully, it worked this time, Dream relaxing more around him. “Should I swallow another string-“ “I said we’d cross that bridge when we got to it. You’re just stressing yourself out. Go lay down.” “George-“ “Go lay down or I’m calling Sapnap.” A frustrated sigh answered him, but at least the admin listened, if the movement around him meant anything.

Once everything settled down again, he felt something press against him.

“..Guess I could tell Skeppy and Bad what the potion does.” “Make sure your voice is better first. You know how much Bad worries.” “My voice is as good as it’s gonna get.” As George scoffed at the response, his call was ended, and before he could complain about that as well, Dream spoke up, his voice echoing around him. “If something happens, tap three times. One for yes, two for no otherwise. Sound good?” He tapped the wall once before continuing to rub at it, now trying to distract instead of comfort the larger. A content sigh sounded above him, and he relaxed as he felt something- Dream’s hand, what else could it have been- rub against him from outside. Not that it was hard to relax, of course. Dream wasn’t as warm as Sapnap, not by a long shot, but the darkness and the warmth was comfortingly familiar, along with the larger’s heart beating and breathing now that it had settled. Even his voice, which had become mostly background noise as he spoke to their demon friend, was a comforting rumble to relax to. As his eyes closed, he wondered if maybe he should have let Dream know he was falling asleep.

He found he didn’t really care. He’d deal with it when he woke up.

[fastfur07]

Ok, here's a slightly riskier idea:

A prey is kidnapped and taken to a vore-based restaurant, whose clientele is… not the catch-and-release type. Their pred, while searching for them, goes unwittingly to the same restaurant, only to have their own prey served to them.

[maw-and-pawp]

I've been having some hurt/comfort thoughts for awhile now. I might make some ocs around this. SFW, platonic (queerplatonic?), victim blaming, blood mention, background murder, found family, angst and fluff, vore-adjacent.

A pred and a prey duo, in an unlikely friendship. The pred is smaller than the prey, and is somehow vegetarian, but is definitely still intimidating to the prey due to their long claws and sharp teeth and stoic face. They're aware that they come off as threatening to others, and do their best to be kind with their actions, and hide their claws in thick gloves. Besides, if no one knows exactly what they're capable of with those claws, then the chances of being traced back to their "nightshift" are low.

The prey is a survivor of an almost fatal digestion, and they would've been just another victim if their pred hadn't saved them and brought them to a hospital in time. Since then, the prey has both developed trauma from the encounter, and a fragile bond with the pred. The pred insisted to give them their number, afterall. To call just in case they needed help again. For anything.

They started talking, and one thing led to another, and now it's a common occurrence to find the pred in the prey's apartment, taking care of stuff the prey can't always manage on their own now. Making sure the prey doesn't forget to care for themself, helping them run down to the laundromat, cooking for the both of them when the prey can't get out of bed. The pred has been helping them when their family is either too far away to, or blames the prey for what happened (you wouldn't have been taken if you hadn't been alone that night, we raised you better than to go to a mixed bar, let alone by yourself). Because of that, they keep the pred's night time habits to themself, and pointedly do not ask about the faint smell of blood whenever the pred shows up in the mornings. They don't want to know (and they'd like to keep plausible deniability, thank you).

The prey's been going to a support group for others like them. People who were lucky. Someone suggested something like exposure therapy once, mostly as a joke (which wasn't well received). Which...honestly at this point, the prey is tired of being a live wire after what happened, and they would do just about anything to just Go Back To Normal now. So the idea stuck. All they had to do is work up the courage. The prey doesn’t fully trust the pred afterall. They can't after what happened, and what they know the pred is doing to other preds. It's not illegal, technically, if sufficient evidence is found that it truly was in spontaneous aid to a caught prey. But it's not spontaneous. And the pred isn't going to court.

But the pred did say that it was ok to ask for help, even for the 'small' things. Not once have they made them feel like they were anything other than a person...a dear friend. Right. A dear friend. It would be fine.

So they ask to listen to the pred's stomach one weekend. The pred is flustered, confused, stoic face twisted up into a look something like they just got slapped in the face with a fish. Which would be funny, if the prey's heart wasn't trying to run out of their chest from nerves. They quietly explain what they mean to the pred, and the pred's eyes soften in understanding, face unscrunching into something once again unreadable.

The pred is...awkward. If the prey wasn't wholly consumed with their own worries, they would've picked up on the pred's rigid stance as fears of their own...They can't remember the last time someone had touched without the intention to hurt, or to take. And they need to be calm, or their big prey friend will be on edge and that would defeat the point. And their friend deserves to feel safe. Heaven help anyone who takes that away.

They set up in the living room. A cushiony chair is pulled up - a small couch really - and they somehow maneuver the pred to sit in it and the prey to kneel without saying a word. Lots of awkward shuffling, and a pillow for the prey's knees later, and the prey is nosing into the pred's stomach gently.

It's tense underneath their face, and the prey can hear the pred's breath hitch when they first make contact. Slowly, the pred relaxes into the touch, when pain doesn't come. The pred still grips the seat like a lifeline. (It's dizzying, to be so vulnerable, and to do it on purpose)

Then, the prey takes a breath, and presses their ear to the rumbling gut beneath them (it was just before lunch, like they planned). It whined and begged and burbled, warm and hungry. It sends a cold jolt of fear through them, making them freeze. It sounds so loud, so needy, just like it was when it was all around them that night when the acids started flowing in -

Tears are wiped away before they even know it exists. The pred strokes a finger gently through the fur between their eyes, hesitant but firm. They hush the prey, remind them that it's safe. They can stop if they need to. They don't even have to do this at all. They sound close to tears themself. The prey looks up into their face.

The gaze is piercing as it always is. But not unkind. They really would stop if the prey gave the word. They'd get up and get on with their days, and the prey wouldn't be just a meal stewing away inside their pred friend. The pred is more hungry for the tofu in the fridge than them, and their pred is a full head shorter anyways. Even if they wanted to, their pred couldn't take them past the point of no return.

(They wonder what it's like to be so short. Preds were usually a head taller than the prey or more. Perhaps their pred isn't a vegetarian by choice at all - they can't catch anyone being so small. They might also not be quick and strong and lethal by choice either...it must be easy to confuse the pred for a prey, or it might not functionally matter to some)

Armed with this knowledge, the prey nuzzles back in without a word. Their pred's breath hitches again, and comes out shaky when the prey snakes a hand upwards to run their thumb gently over their clothed lower belly. The same comforting little circles that their pred had been rubbing between their eyes a moment ago. They tense along with the motion, and the prey goes rigid again as the wet glorps roar again under their sensitive ears, announcing to the world just how much their pred's tummy was enjoying the attention (even if it would prefer attention from the inside at the moment). The prey counts the pred's climbing heartbeat, and stubbornly holds on even as they (both) shake in restrained fear. As the hour passes, they've never felt so safe and yet so afraid.

They decide that it's been a productive day, schedule another encounter next weekend, and break for lunch. No, the prey did not eat the last of the tofu, thank you very much. They much prefer the beansprouts anyways.

[gorgin-gals-muses]

"Of course, I could surely go for more!" Fubuki ate two turkey legs. "And more?"

"And more!" Fubuki ate a plate of fries. "And more?"

"And- HUOOOARP- more!" Fubuki ate a tin of brownies, groaning. "And more?"

"And... mnah.. mo- URP more..." Fubuki ate a quart of ice cream, clutching her oozing, overfilled gut. "And more?"

"A- urgh... and... huff- mmmnnn... more..." Fubuki ate two beef bowls, feeling her stomach go numb, pinning her to the chair with its weight. "And more?"

"Oourp... no... no more." Fubuki didn't want to eat that. "No... more? Aren't you hungry?"

"..."

"Yes." "Then eat."

"..."

"OOUUAAAAAAUUUUURRRRrrrpp."

Fubuki had never felt more full in her entire life, completely unable to reach past the spherical mass of her bloated, packed gut, she felt her food thrash and buckle within her as she digested. Her mind and body felt like tiny extensions of her belly. She ate... what did she eat? She couldn't remember.

Maybe it didn't matter. She gasped and heaved. All she wanted...

"..."

"Is there any more?"

[luckyshotwrites]

since the other anon already asked. is xander ever going to see lynette as something other than food? and does lyenette consider any of the coworkers as a friend

Hmmmmmmmmmmm

I cannot answer the first one, I KNOW it's a wait and I'm sorry.

I feel organically speaking it wouldn't be rushed because they only work together. They've had very few interactions outside of that setting, but nothing too deep.

Lynette at this point is far to passive and doesn't know how to approach things quite yet. And Alexander- actually more will be explained later.

Does Lynette consider any of them friends: Out of all of them, she thinks Viola and June are friend material. However as she moved quite frequently she doesn't always know how to approach friendships. Nor how to get to know someone better, etc. She still tries to be friendly and nice to anyone she meets though.

On night crew, she's weary of Drake, but trusts him the most out of everyone there. So in her eyes, he's nearly a friend.

(Now, Lynette would not introduce any of them to Wicks. She'd be afraid Viola and or the others might attack him as he's not on the same contract, and that June might spill the monster beans. XD

Funnily enough, she'd maybe be willing to introduce him to Drake. Only because she doubts he'd attack Wicks, and Drake acts really calm compared to the others).

I hope this answered your questions well enough and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THEM!!

Again, I'm sorry it's a slow burn. There's so many characters/stuff I have to set up with these chapters. It's like- I just put a bag of popcorn in the microwave, all those little threads or passing remarks are the kernels, and I promise, once it starts THEY all are going to start popping. I hate waiting to trust me.

HAVE A SWELLARINO DAY, COOL CAT!~~~