#vorishegos

[vorish-egos]

I hc that Dark likes to tease other egos if he finds that they've eaten someone. He prods at their belly with a cane or finger, being a smug bastard as he watches the pred struggle to hide their embarrassment. He'd make a great observer as well as a neat pred 😁

Oh absolutely, that sounds like a fantastic hc! Especially for example if it’s Anti who had just enjoyed a good meal-- making his frenemy get all flustered and feisty when he’s too pleased by his live dinner or willing passenger to actually mean any harm. It would definitely put a smirk on Dark’s face to poke fun at the glitch for being such a gluttonous predator, I bet!  😁

~Zharin~

[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~

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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~

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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~

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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✩

[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]

Heres an interesting one: Pred JJ?

Ooh that is interesting. I haven’t really experimented with pred!JJ. Most of the time he’s wound up as prey in my daydreamings or rp’s, though a good friend of mine introduced me a pred version of him that I really liked.

Personality-wise, I’d say he’s a soft/safe babby. He most likely doesn’t wanna hurt anyone, just keep em safe whenever necessary. He’d not only be really nice to the prey whether willing or not, but also try to be really polite and formal about the consumption; feeling them squirm or move at all would undoubtedly make him blush, especially if he burped or something “un-gentlemanly” compared to the social standards of the Gilded Age. With the addition of being mute, he’d have to communicate with his prey via physical contact, which would make for a very fascinating interaction, or use stage hands or title cards-- or perhaps even ASL or Morse Code. It’s not always about dialogue; to me, interaction is another crucial factor in vore scenarios, so pred!JJ would certainly be fun to properly try out someday :D

~Zharin~

[vorish-egos]

Thoughts on pred Robbie?

He’d definitely be a sweetheart, or at least loyal in some way shape or form. It could possibly be accidental, or just an instinct to protect the prey, but his stomach would be slow enough that he could preserve the life inside for quite some time. I’d say it mostly depends on the situation or the size of the prey: He could very easily accidentally swallow a smol bean, and if something gets in his mouth then it’s gonna go all the way down into his belly. He’d probably freak out a little and go shuffle off to find Doc, or maybe even hide if we’re seeking fatal vore here (or if safe is still what we wanted then he’d be easily found since he’s probably a bad hider, and– Robbie no, get out from behind that plant–!)

~Zharin~

[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]

Is there a Septiceye/Markiplier vore discord? Thatd be fun!!

There is actually! Unfortunately it’s not my call to offer any invites, but I can tell you for certain that having a little community of fellow nerds with similar interests is so wonderful. It removes a great deal of stress to have people– especially former strangers��� to accept you and perhaps even “love” you in a platonic sense, no matter how bad your day was or what nomming mood you’re in :)

If my good friend who just went to sleep feels like it when she wakes, then she can elaborate more– she’s more discord-savvy than me. (but it’s two AM for her so let’s just wish her a good night’s rest for now

~Zharin~

[voreplier]

💖

[Y/N] AND THE EGOS 3: HENRIK VON SCHNEEPLESTEIN

Henrik: Experimenting (for Science Of Course)

Henrik Von Schneeplestein had been engrossed in one of his books when he heard someone knock on the door to his office, and it took him a few moments to register what he’d heard and go to respond. When he opened the door, a very pale, bloated-looking Jackieboy-Man met his eyes, green in the face and looking desperate as he clutched at his stomach protectively. He was hunched over and taking slow, shallow, quaking breaths.

“Doc, ya gotta help me,” he said quietly, “Can I come in?”

He moved aside and gestured for the hero to enter, “Of course, vhat’s wrong?”

“Cl-close the door first. It’s about [Y/N] an’ I don’t want Anti hearin’,” the hero said, taking tentative, shaky steps as he entered the tile-floored section of the office.

He closed the door and crossed to Jackie’s side before placing a hand on his shoulder, “Vhat’s happened? Are zhey alright? Vhere are zhey?”

Jackie looked around the room nervously before standing upright and revealing his abdomen. It looked uncomfortably swollen and oddly lumpy. Henrik didn’t understand at first, but then the lump moved and made a sound. No, it didn’t just make a sound, it spoke! He didn’t understand the muffled words, but the voice was unmistakable; it was the only one in the house that didn’t resemble Jack’s in some way. He felt the blood drain from his face as Jackie pointed at the lump in his distended belly.

“I had to act quick or Anti’d get ‘em again,” Jackie said, “He’d eaten ‘em before I… well, never mind that. He wanted to eat ‘em again so I… God, Schneep, ya’ve gotta help get ‘em outta me!”

“Zhat… I don’t… How is zhis possible?” He asked, bending over to study the small form inside the hero, “How did you manage to get zhem down your sroat?”

Jackieboy groaned, “Doc please. Now ain’t the time fer this. D'ya have any ipecac left from the last time Anti poisoned someone? I tried ta make myself throw ‘em up earlier, but it didn’t work…” 

Henrik glanced up as Jackie grimaced, then stood upright with a mental sigh. He was right, of course. As scientifically fascinating as this was, it might only be a matter of time until digestion kicked in and the clock was ticking. He did in fact have ipecac left, plenty of it, and crossed the room to his medical cabinet. If things were less dire, he’d want to study how this happened and what effects this would have on both parties, but… He plucked the little bottle from its shelf and pulled a swab from a nearby jar before turning back to see Jackie bracing himself against the examination table.

“Is everysing alright?”

“Y-yeh, just not feeling so good. They keep movin’ around.” 

Even from here, Henrik could tell the hero was sweating and trembling. It looked like he wouldn’t need the ipecac to throw up, [Y/N] would just need to keep moving. Regardless, he took the few steps back to Jackie as he prepared the swab. He was about to tell his near mirror to open wide when a thought occurred to him.

“Just a second, ve don’t vant zhem getting hurt vhen you srow zhem up,” he said.

Jackie nodded weakly and seemed to gag as his stomach jostled from inside with an audible slosh. [Y/N]’s small muffled voice said something and Jackie mumbled in response. Henrik made quick work of grabbing a towel and folding it over a few times before returning once more. He didn’t catch what either of them had said. 

He held the towel near Jackie’s chest and held up the swab, “Open vide please. I’m afraid zhis von’t be pleasant.”

“Yeh, I-I know. Oh God, [Y/N] please stop doin’ that…”

Jackie did as he was asked, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. Henrik wiped off a bit of the excess syrup before swabbing near the base of his friend’s tongue. The emetic worked quickly, almost giving him no time to set the swab down and prepare the towel. He got both hands covered in time to catch the first heave, which was, unfortunately, just bile. Jackie winced and groaned as he rubbed his stomach, and Henrik glanced down to see that the lump had moved upwards. That was good. The second heave was completely dry, but the bulge jumped up enough to be hidden behind Jackie’s ribs. It took two more heaves for [Y/N]’s squirming form to appear in the hero’s throat and two more for him to spit them out into the towel.

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