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Day-8 Haven! Bringing back an oldie but a goodie, mostly shared on my DA, Reaper is back and looking fresh! Stumbling upon a poor lost soul in the snow. Luckily they are safe now, nice and warm, out of the cold. 🥶
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I have a distinct image in my head that blu and jules will sometimes hang out in more open water- maybe interacting with other mers (cough cough aguile)- and with some frequency get stuck in storms/bad weather because they're stupid and can't plan ahead, so blu will just store jules until the weather passes and they just nap together. she'll complain the whole way down, but something about demon instincts make it not suck as much as it should. and if blu is intentionally getting caught out in a shower every once or twice, its not like jules will ever know~
i am such a parody of myself posting two blu drawings right after one another
(also i need people to appreciate that the art grind is a struggle when you own cats because they LOVE to get in the way. dewey's favorite nap spot is apparently directly in front of wherever i am working)
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rly hate the whole kink or cope dichotomy so fucking much. The idea that something must be one or the other. The idea that if you sexualize something then your connection to it is somehow lesser.
Like, yeah I get off to all of the things in this blog but there's also like, a deep connection to it all too. I process a lot through vore and sizeplay. A lot of my kinks are also a result of trauma, the kink itself is a form of coping with the hell I've been through, no I'm not gonna explain which kinks this applies to and if you gotta ask I'm gonna need you to show me your medical license.
whenever I see like, "kink/nsfw dni this is a coping space" or whatever I just feel disheartened cos you're out here rejecting many people who are going through the same shit and just came out of it a little different to you. The sex negativity on this website is so fucking detrimental to everything and it fucking sucks.
There's also the implication that the simple act of being aroused by something taints your connection to it in some way. Somehow their enjoyment of vore or size play or petplay or agere or whatever is wrong because they feel something different from it to you.
Like, I get in a lot of cases it's a matter of comfort but I really think you should interrogate why the fact someone is aroused by something in the abstract is a problem for you? Don't answer this with not wanting sexual comments, that's a whole other question, this is specifically about people who set the boundary of "if you sexualize this at all stay away" which to me implies this idea that once you interact with something sexually, that's the only way you can interact with it, that you can't come back from that and that idea is a really fucked up one, especially with how aggressively sex negative people on this website can get.
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Those glow in the dark ceiling decorations, but a tummy
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gtober 14: eldritch (cw: eyestrain) how the artist thinks about, or perceives muse, heavily influences his appearance. when you're suddenly forced to deal with a presence you dont understand, sometimes your brain can go a little haywire, and beginnings can be rocky.
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Thinking about preds that are evil cruel bastards that kill people by eating them
Who has 1 prey that they care about so much they're the only prey in the world that can enter the pred's belly and remain safe
"For others, this is a hell, a grave, the end of everything... But for you, and only you, my little one, this is a safe place"
"Rest well, and be at ease, for I am your home, and nothing shall reach you when I'm here"
It's beautiful with gentle kind preds that help everyone and all that
But with an evil pred it's so much more impactful because they're the only person in the world who will experience the pred's inner softness.
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Idea:
Big scary pred who can shape shift into a even scarier animal
And small meek prey who truns into smoller cuter animal
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Kobolds are a lot more intimidating when you're only a few inches tall •́ ‿ ,•̀
A gift for @koboldpreydrive that I keep forgetting to post here shsjg
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Hmmmm. Reversing a more typical situation for vore day? Small naga getting rescued from another animal or the elements by a lost pred hiker. Only if you want to!
Happy vore day everyone! Take my two assholes in a "meet cute"
CW: for cussing, near death experience, and implied s*x work (Prey participating in vore for survival or money)
Contains: Soft safe endo vore with size difference. Naga prey and ??? Pred.
She was going to freeze to death out here. She was freezing to death out here. Beatrice was already cold blooded, which made her tail that much more susceptible to freezing solid. It was out of the question now, leaving her tiny hands to claw into the snow and pull her forward in a desperate attempt to get her out of… she didn’t even know where she was. Her last consumer had reformed her here and left her to die. His smug cackle sill rang in her ears over the howling wind. Once the predator was bored of her pleas, he had left not bothering to witness the end.
Beatrice had given up on wiping her tears. Moving forward took precedence over being able to see. Her eyes now frozen shut. She knew it was foolish to chase non-existent safety, and that perhaps her final moments should be filled with prayer, or reflection, some peace making.
She was going to freeze to death out here, but she didn’t. She couldn’t see the shadow looming over her, or hear his footsteps in the snow. It was only when a large bony hand plucked the naga up did she know someone was there.
Now, warm breath washes over her, and Bee knows exactly how high off the ground she is.
“H-Hello?” She quivers out
“So, you are alive. I had thought those might have been the final muscle spasms” the voice speaks. There’s an unnatural resonance to it.
“Yes-! I’m alive!” she cries, it sounds more like a whimper
“Do you feel me touching your tail?” He asks
“No…“
“Then I won’t straighten it out, much too brittle,” another puff of warm air washes over her, “You’re not shivering…. Truly, on the brink” He sounds amused.
“Please…” She begs. She can’t feel the tongue under her tail, or see the the smug smile on the lips she’s passing through, “Fuck, please, just Help me! I p-provide many services. They’re all yours just-” She can’t feel it, but she can hear the swallow that drags part of her tail into the stranger’s throat, and that cuts off her cries. “Thank you…!” No one swallows then chews, Beatrice knows she’s in the clear. More swallows and a stubborn gunt make her feel a twinge of anxiety. This guy might ask some big favors given the trouble, but that would be worth her life. Once his tongue meets her skin it feels like it’s burning, an inferno compared to the frost bite. Again, she cries out, but it leaves as a whimper. The warmth quickly melts the ice on her eyes, but she can barely see anything through the freshly flowing ears, just the familiar shape of a mouth, and teeth closing in front of her. Then it all goes dark and she can't tell when she actually passes out.
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Beatrice wakes up still within a stomach, presumably the one she had last remembered being in. It’s hard to tell these days. It seems typical. Dark, slimy, warm… Beatrice wiggles her fingers.
“Awake, are we?” The smooth voice she had heard before speaks from above, “that was quite the ordeal.” It takes a moment before she computes that he’s talking to her.
“You felt that?” she says.
“Yes, I feel your breathing, too” He replies.
“Are you somewhere safe?” Beatrice asks.
“Yes, but I’m not letting you out quite ye-”
“Of course,” She’s already started to press her hands into the flesh around her. This one must be quite big, It doesn't feel too snug. “You deserve a reward for saving me~”
“Do not…! Cut me off.” He snaps “and stop that!”
“Oh come on, if you’re that sensitive doesn’t it feel good?” This is how Beatrice survives, this is how she has always survived, and no doubt what will keep her afloat now.
“No, you fool, I want you to rest!”
“Oh,” The woman’s hands fall.
“You are exhausted. recover.”
Is he serious??
“Not much choice, I guess.”
“Not unless you chose to keep touching me like that, in which case it will have been a waste of time saving your life”
Beatrice smirked, it was always funny when they tried to threaten her life with digestion… speaking of which.
“Have you eaten? It’s empty in here, and further down sounds pretty hollow.”
“No” He replies curtly
"Will yo-"
“No” He replies, curtly
Beatrice clears her throat, “... What’s your name?”
The lungs above her fill from a sharp inhale, and for a moment she thinks she’s not going to get an answer.
“I don’t quite know yet,” Her gut says he’s telling her the truth, “What’s yours?”
“Bee,” Beatrice replies “It’s good to meet you, I Don’t Quite Know Yet.”
“Very funny,” He says sarcastically, “I’m done talking, keep resting.”
“What? Just like that?” She asks
“Just like that”
“I-”
“Sush”
She resigns, going limp within the belly of the stranger. It’s dark, slimy, warm… Comforting. No expectations, just for a little while. For once, this stupid, smothering, noisy organ was doing something for her instead. The heart above her wasn’t racing, or the lungs panting for air. No frantic movements or smothering hands. She didn’t trust it, not for a second. But nothing changed, and the worn naga drifted back into sleep.
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HAPPY VORE DAY AAAAA
Prolly ate a squad of 4,,or 8,,,, maybe give 1(one) free item to them next run as compensation,,or not
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Another fun commission from @acorncake ~
I enjoyed doing this so much but I apologize for it taking more than a week (I like to work quick)
Enjoy
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