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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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Some protective noms

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prey: been getting into stomachs lately

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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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I did a redesign for myself:D

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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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Here, please accept these Bug Preds I sketched a while back (I'm very busy this month, so no new art from me)

The idea being they're aliens stranded on Earth, who adapt to their new environment...differently

Only the mantis-looking one got a decent ref before something else got my attention (thank you, ADHD)

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Consume to protect

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Also I know I said I wasn't gonna make a vore specific sona-

But I guess I lied because Pred Sona

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can yyou draw more stuff with Sebastian as pred? Maybe someone purposely used the flash beacon on him while he was hungry and he decided to devour them as a form of compensation

Dumb expendables become food :]

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Bug gals…. 🌙

Hehe.. silly non-verbal moth with her anxiety ridden girlfriend.. they don’t have names yet so feel free to suggest :3

Anyways, here’s the fire fly getting devoured >:)

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@supernormalblogname's creature lives in my head rent-free (and also under my bed)

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Need more preds comforting prey but like, from the Pred’s pov

Just the gentle nature towards your tiny friend, seeing their exhausted, downtrodden expression. Barely able to keep their head up as they approach, they don’t even need to speak as you feel their forehead tiredly rests on you. Gently picking them up, opening your maw and sliding them in, feeling their small movements, content but too exhausted to do much more. Swallowing them down and feeling the way they settle in your stomach, their soft squirms beneath your flesh, the way you can feel their body relax. Your hands coming up to rub the barley visible outline of the individual you care about so much, feeling so much affection and pride despite the somber moment. The fact that their first thought was to seek you out as their place of comfort.

I don’t think I’ve seen it all that often, might expand more into an actual writing thing but who knows -u-