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heres an old comic i gave up on </3 it was a better idea in my head..

its a bit incomprehensible but basically i like the concept of villian eating the sidekick of their hero nemesis to lure them into a trap. But also. I think it would be funny/angsty if the hero didnt even bother saving them and just assumed the sidekick was a lost cause.

#comics suck the life out of me #but i really like having context for silly vore situations #definitely wasnt going to post this but idk i want to be more active #the book thing was stupid it makes it confusing :/ bro got bored and had to whip out some literature ig #the point is they were sitting there for a while #soft vore #safe vore #cloud's art #v.ore #v/ore #ehhhhh #might delete later teehee

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So so so important to me okay

#THIS. THISSS #i KNOW that little dude is experiencing the peak of comfort rn #whats the point of being teeny weeny if you aren't even gonna do this #li lis listening to tummy noises under the sweater hnnng #plum how do you take the best ideas and make the best drawing w/ them helpp #no vore here #reblog

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Caught in a spiders web

#hhggn hh h <3 #so good to have you back #tysm for being so friendly and remembering me even tho i dont say much #im anxious eee #im here for whatever art you want to make!! #the drawing has me bawling i will get you back fs once i break out of this slump #size difference real im a shortie #also i love petrol they are so shaped #reblog #no vore here

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CONTENT WARNINGS: Nongraphic mentions of fatal, anxiety of digestion, fearplay (?), Soft vore. I am not good with content tags, lemme know if I missed any Anyway have this snippet of a day dream I have been having lately. Will I write the rest? will I add the before half? who knows!I just needed this particular part out of my system - stat. ————————————————————————————– –Steam begins to rise from the pot, savory and warm. It had been a few weeks since they had eaten anything decent, and they were looking forward to the stew finishing. They wished it’d get done sooner. Their stomach tightened and groaned, pleading with them to just ram the raw ingredients into their mouth like a feral animal - it was a challenge to summon up the will to ignore it. Distraction comes in the form of a sense of being watched. They squint past the flames into the darkness, heart racing in their ears. They tell themselves it’s nothing - that they imagined it, that they’re just being paranoid, but they know there’s things out there in the shadows, monsters hiding just beyound where the light reaches. Ok, maybe Monster(s) as in multiple, was a stretch, but they knew of at least one that prowled these woods, and each night they spent here, was a night they wondered if he’d find them. They weren’t sure how they felt on that prospect - sure, his main diet consisted of humans, but their initial meeting had gone… as well as it could have gone, really. They’d lived, at least. Despite his words upon their last departure, they wondered, if maybe, just maybe, things could go well a second time….It’s not like they had anything else to hope for. They didn’t know where else to go anymore… That itch of being watched becomes the sense of being hunted. Their skin crawls and they fight to steady their breathing as Flight kicks in. They bounce their leg, but don’t move. “Can I finish my soup at least?” they ask, not entirely sure anyone was there at all. There is a rustling - followed by slow, heavy steps that stop beside them. They look up, green eyes catching on the mans legs. They tilt their head until their eyes meet with the giants, fierce and gleaming in the firelight. He frowns down at them, seeming irritated.  “Do you remember what I told you would happen if you came back here?” he asks gruffly. They look away, feeling guilty and disappointed. They knew where this was heading. “That you’d eat me.” “That I’d eat you.” he echoes, eyes narrowing hungrily. He seems equally disappointed. Their insides twist making them feel sick. They stare at the steaming pot of stew, gnawing on those words. They had hoped this would go differently, they didn’t know why they thought that, they just hoped, maybe if they believed it hard enough, it would be so. “Do you have to?” they ask, not hopeful. There’s a scoff from above, he probably rolled his eyes. “Did you have to set camp in these woods? If you didn’t want me to eat you, you shouldn’t have come.” He had a point. They had options, but these woods were familiar to them, home long before he made it his territory. Part of them simply hadn’t wanted to leave. I mean, it was here they found him, a giant, the first sign of there being more in life than they’d known their entire life. A sign that there was magic hidden away - waiting to be found again. They look up as a clawed hand reaches for them. “Wait.” They ask, heart leaping into their throat as they stand and back up a few feet. They know better than to run from a predator - but the urge is hard to fight. “Can I ask for a favor?” “You can ask.” he drawls, fingers brushing past them as they stumble backwards more. “Can’t promise I’ll grant it.” “Can I-” they swallow the panic rising in their throat as he reaches for them again. “Can I at least finish my soup?” “Why bother?” he replies coldly, swiping them into his grasp. Dizziness washes over them as they’re lifted from the ground, feeling weightless and nauseous.  “I don’t want to die hungry.” they plead, looking up into those gleaming eyes. They reminded them of a cats, bright and menacing . “And I don’t want to wait.” he responds bluntly. “Cmon.” they plead with a nervous smile. “I’d be more filling….Like a …a stuffed chicken. Probably taste better, too…” They look away, unable to hold his gaze as they speak. They sense bile creeping up their throat. They aren’t sure they could eat even if they tried at this point. he makes a humming noise, as if thinking, though, they know he already has an answer. “Can you…at least make it quick?” they ask before he can reply, giving up their initial request. “I’ll think about it.” he huffs before dragging his tongue across their face. They brace their feet against the giants collar bone, trying to push away from his mouth.  “please.” they whine, much to their own shame. He merely huffs hot, amused breath into their face before pulling them past jagged fangs and towards his throat. They squirm against his tongue attempting to squiggle back the way they came- they go still as his fangs settle heavily on their shoulders and spine. They wordlessly pray to any god that will listen that he will simply keep pressing down until they snap in half. Unfortunately, the pressure eases, releasing them just so his tongue can press them into his pallet, squeezing the air from their lungs and leaving their hands scrabbling against the slick muscle in any attempt to find a better position. There’s a deafening rumble around them, gravity shifting and pulling them into a pocket of air that they inhale eagerly - and immediately choke on. They open their eyes to see only darkness before them. There’s another rumble - and they are slipping down his throat as he tilts his head back to swallow again. It’s an uncomfortable and suffocating descent. There is a thrumming in their ears, a pulsing in their body, it takes them a moment to realize it’s a mixture of their own blood racing through them, and the beating of the giants heart around them. They’re almost grateful when they’re pushed into his stomach. They cough and wheeze as they take deep lungfuls of the rancid air. Each breath burns with scalding heat all the way down.Their head spins, a constant feeling of falling weighing on them as they pulled themselves into a more comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as being in a cramped gut could be, they barely had the space to move. There is a pressure above them, one that moves down their head and over their shoulders - the giant rubbing his stomach. They hear him catching his breath, and the stomach tightens around them as he settles himself into a sit, before relaxing as he leans back with a content grunt.  They feel sick with dread, fearful of the pain of dying that is soon to kick in any moment. They wonder, grimly, how long it will take - how long they’ll be conscious for it….They find some relief in the void tugging at their mind, consciousness quickly slipping away as the organ squeezed and groaned around them. It isn’t long before the darkness becomes soft and weightless, feathery light and peaceful, dragging them down into slumber. —- The giant keeps a heavy hand over his full belly, content with the fullness his prey had given him, but somehow…dissatisfied still. He presses his back into the tree and looks over the small camp, now that he bothered to look, it was set up strangely, as if they had planned to stay here longer than a few days. Blankets and books spilled out of the tent and various trinkets sat on rocks and logs they had set up as stands around the fire. He sniffs and furrows his brows - they’d been out here for at least a month. How they’d gone unnoticed so long was beyond him. Perhaps…it was because this was the first night they had chosen to cook something? It had definitely been the smell of the stew that brought him here…But in that case, what had they been eating all this time? He huffs, annoyed with himself. Why did it matter to him? He could feel the human shift in his guts and go still.Disappointing, and yet, somehow a relief. He was certain they had passed out. Why did he care? He tips his head back to gaze at the stars, troubled and annoyed with himself. Was he really considering this? Humans were food - plain and simple…. Even ones that been weird and helped him when he had gotten injured - and especially the ones that asked too many questions. What if he had been right? What if this one was just pretending to be nice to get something from him? What if they were using him? What if - what if…they were just that foolish…? He frowns at himself and he is drawn out of his thoughts by a loud grumble from his middle, his stomach preparing itself to begin digestion. He ponders the bump, something he hadn’t really bothered to do before. He wonders what it must be like in there - and he wonders how fast it all happens - he’s never bothered to find out - as he usually sleeps after a hunt. He wonders if it will be unpleasant for them - if they’ll wake during it….he tries to imagine what it’d be like to see inside himself and watch it all happen….and he realizes the feeling eating away at him…is guilt. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a frustrated grunt. he looks back up to the stars. “just this once” he says to them before pulling himself forward onto his knees  “Just this one…” He places his hands carefully, to avoid damaging anything in the camp, and tightens his core. It feels wrong - foreign, and he swallows them back down the first try he makes. It’s surprisingly difficult to bring the prey back up, his body telling him not to, even when he very much wants to - needs to, but eventually, they are deposited on the ground in front of him, soaking wet and miserable, but alive and unharmed. He worries for a moment, that they might have suffocated in there, that they had passed away already, but a ragged wheeze leaves their lungs before they choke and begin to cough. They look almost funny like this, gasping and inhaling air like a fish out of water. He notes the lightness in his chest, and despite his shame, he finds relief in their well-being. They struggle to their hands and knees, coughing and wheezing until they finally catch their breath - and then, with a confused groan, they pass out once more. The giant huffs and rolls his eyes. Humans were such fragile creatures. He decides to stay with them until the morning, ensuring nothing else comes to grab them while they slept.

#reblog #bro usually i read vore stories and kinda move on but this one has been on my mind all day #hard to pin point exactly why this is just so good but apathetic prey is just ee #little dude deserves their soup #would LOVE to see more of this #soft vore #safe vore #implied fatal #fearplay #regurgitation #gt vore #vore story

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tummy :]

#cloud's art #soft vore #vore internal #POV youre mentally ill so you stress draw a tummy to calm down #first day of school tomorrow :') #tummy hehe #im not great at internals but i liked this one #plum digit inspired ;-; #kinda dont like the shading so 2 versions

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Blue lizards revenge

#i remember this game !! #incredible vore material i cant believe i havent seen any until now #v good internal bwahaha little dude is folded #reblog #not my art #soft vore

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May I request Cirro and Val just having a sweet little picnic with little sandwiches and lemonades 🥪🍹

Pda is not allowed in Val's forest!! Would not recommend if you think getting eaten would ruin your date. But rest assured your picnic will not go to waste!

#cloud's art #soft vore #open ended vore #val #cirro #this ask is like 10 months old #sorry :( #you can tell the drawings were made months apart lol #dont mind me finding a way to get vore into every prompt #i am cringe but i am free

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Whoops ended up working on this more than I expected sduhfsdf. Mikey is such a good bf helping Jeremy avoid his responsibilities. So sweet of him!

#reblog #not my art #soft vore #v.ore #v/ore #gt vore #bro just hopped in 😳 #top tier sequence #perspective <333 #v good dynamic

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hhhh i love love fatal vore angst but i am so emotional and sensitive my heart hurts afterwards /pos (thats how you know its the good stuff)

to balance out my misery i have drawn Them for the 10th time

soft sleepy tum cuddles :))

#cloud's art #soft vore #safe vore #v.ore #v/ore #val #cirro #pillow makes his arm look all bent >:^( #one day i will draw ocs other than these two #i keep getting called a furry but cirro is my only fluffy creature i just draw him constantly #humans are hard to draw smh #monster vore it is

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pro Pred Tip !!! tie a bow on your little buddy so you can tell him apart from your snacks and don't accidentally eat him

effective at least 45% of the time

#cloud's art #soft vore #v.ore #v/ore #fearplay #open ended vore #gt vore #val #he is TECHNICALLY naked but he has no gonads i promise #just a little shadow guy #i wrote out lore for these drawing but i got scared so use your imagination #it would be so funny and quirky if i posted this and then never looked at this blog for 4 months again <3

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Hate to admit it

#reblog #my fav trope <3<3<3 #comfy tummy 👀 #soft vore #not my art

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some fanart of @philicheesecake's traumatized gang! I am horribly emotionally investing in these guys so here they are taking a well deserved break.

also please check out their art and writing its incredible! It inspired me enough to finally break out of a 3 month art block so tysm and sorry I'm rusty

#cloud's art #no vore here #idk why i feel weird making vore of other ppls ocs maybe some day

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omg what if Val and Cirro switched bodies-

AMAZING ask anon mwah <3 oh how the turn tables >:) Hope its not too confusing for those who don't know these two very well. Val is usually stoic and intimidating so shoving goofy Cirro in his body is so fun to draw.

But yesss little Val is kinda nervous of himself?/pred Cirro now that he's the short one. And of course I gotta draw this idiot trying to vore for the first time lol he's trying his best.

#cloud's art #soft vore #safe vore #ask #Val #Cirro #this poor ask has being collecting dust in my inbox for months im so sorry

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pretty successful date if you ask me, getting eaten is at least 5th base right??

ft. the valentines day jester(?) pred i made in a sleep deprived haze

#cloud's art #soft vore #open ended vore #fearplay #v.ore #v/ore

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Heart Pangs - The Meeting (Part 1/70)

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Story Summary: ~ Felix Feuerbach is a predator and Benji Marotta is a prey. Unfortunately, as children, neither of them really understand what that means. As they and their friendship grow, so too does a strange and terrifying instinct within Felix. Can their friendship survive this change? Can Benji? One thing that's for certain is that neither of them could have guessed how many dark corners and twisted tests this friendship would put the both of them through. ~

Heart Pangs uses vore as a plot device to build and explore a world where predators and prey currently live in harmony. However, years of preds treating prey as little more than food, have left an imbalance both social and economical between the two groups. While some groups struggle to find true equality, others fight to maintain the status quo. Preds scramble to find ways of fulfilling their cravings, while prey just want to survive.

Story content warning: while vore is not treated specifically as a kink within this story, it is treated as being linked closely to maturity and sexuality; fatal vore is often mentioned and/or implied but digestion is never directly described; there are, however, some instances of safe and consensual vore; there are many instances of unwilling prey and a few instances of unwilling or semi-willing preds; two chapters feature adult content, although explicit sexual language is never really used

Chapter content: some wee babs who know nothing; non-vore

Wordcount: 1,051

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Felix Feuerbach and Benji Marotta are in kindergarten when they meet. It’s near the end of the school year when Felix notices Benji alone in the schoolyard and asks him if he wants to play.

Benji looks at him in surprise.

Felix is a pred, and at their age, that doesn’t mean much— just that Felix is an inch or two taller than Benji. But Benji knows that, one day, Felix will grow to be quite a bit taller than him— more like two or three feet taller. In fact, that’s the only thing Benji knows of the differences between preds and prey because the world is still a safe place to him.

Even so, despite still being young and the same size and sharing a classroom together, preds and prey mostly stick to their own kind.

Except for, apparently, Felix Feuerbach.

“You mean it?” Benji questions doubtfully.

“Yeah, why not?” Felix says with a shrug. “You look lonely over here by yourself.”

There is something cool and friendly about Felix that makes Benji want to say yes to him. And there is something intriguing and soft spoken abut Benji that makes Felix want to know more about him.

By the time summer break begins, Benji is asking his parents if his new best friend Felix can come over to play. This is the first time they’ve heard of Benji having any sort of friend so excitedly they say yes.

Benji’s mom’s face pales when Felix’s mother walks him over the next day, a towering figure on her doorstep. Mrs. Marotta wraps her arms protectively tight around little baby Stephanie, the youngest of her four children.

“You must be Benji’s mom,” Mrs. Feuerbach says with a sparkling grin when they lay eyes on each other. “I’ve heard so much about Benji. Felix has really grown a liking for him.”

Something about the way Felix’s mother says the words puts Mrs. Marotta on edge. Like Benji is only a plaything to Felix. Benji’s mom is about to tell Mrs. Feuerbach to go back home, about to slam the door in her face, but then Benji is rushing out and throwing himself at Felix.

The two tumble over each other in a messy embrace.

“You’re here!” Benji says excitedly to his new friend.

Felix puts a steadying hand on top of Benji’s head. “Yeah, I walked all this way too!”

Benji’s mom watches the interaction with a careful expression. Felix does seem to genuinely view Benji as a friend. And at this age, there is no danger from him to any of her children. She doubts that they’ll remain friends long enough for them to grow older and have that change.

So she plasters on a smile, shifts baby Stephanie to her other hip, and says, “Yes, Benji hasn’t stopped talking about Felix either. Why don’t you leave him here for a few hours? I can watch out for him.”

Mrs. Feuerbach’s smile is unflinching. “That would be so lovely of you. I’ll be back to pick him up before dinner.”

She says her goodbyes to her son and Mrs. Marotta is able to let out a sigh of relief when she’s finally gone.

“Brandon,” Mrs. Marotta calls to her oldest son, “can you go out there with Benji and make sure he’s playing nice with his new friend?”

Brandon is three years older than Benji. He too thinks size is the only difference between preds and prey, but he’s older and more observant than his little brother. In two more years he’ll be old enough for middle school, the point at which prey and preds are sent to separate schools and they first learn the real difference between the two of them.

And Brandon is smart. He picks up on things that most of his other classmates don’t. He already has an inkling that there’s something darker than just the size difference between he and his classmates.

He also picks up that there’s something more to his mother’s request for him to babysit his brother and new friend. So begrudgingly, but without argument, he agrees and joins the two of them in the yard.

And then there’s Camille. Not much more than a baby but old enough to see when her two older brothers are having fun without her. She cries until her mother lets her out too, telling her brothers to, “play nice.”

Benji and Brandon groan at the sight of Camille stumbling towards them.

Felix brightens. “She’s so cute!”

He kneels down and Camille runs to him, interested in the friendly new stranger. He immediately scoops her up. Camille laughs with excitement.

“This is so cool!” Felix says after tossing her up and getting her to laugh for a minute straight. After he exhausts her, he lets her sit on his back. “You guys get to live with each other and play whenever you want. You’re so lucky. I wish I could have that.”

“You don’t have any siblings?” Brandon asks.

Felix shakes his head. “No, it’s just me.”

“You’re the lucky one,” Benji says. “You don’t have to put up with her.” He jabs a finger at Camille.

Felix blinks. “But she’s so sweet.”

Brandon laughs. “Just wait til she gets used to you. She’s the bossiest toddler I know.”

Felix ends up staying until evening time when his mother comes back to pick up him up. He doesn’t stop babbling to her about everything they did.

“It sounds like these new friends of yours really know how to show you a good time,” his mother says. Then she gives Benji’s mom a gleaming smile. “Felix loves your children. They’re clearly very entertaining for him. Perhaps he can come by again some time?”

Again, something about her phrasing makes Mrs. Marotta uncomfortable and she wants to deny the proposition. But there’s also something about the woman looming before her, dressed in nicer clothes than she’s ever owned, flashing a dazzlingly straight and white smile, that makes Mrs. Marotta thinks she doesn’t get told “no” a lot, that it would be a bad idea to try to start now. So instead she smiles and says, “Sure, it was a pleasure having him over.”

Felix’s mother seems amused by this but accepts the compliment and leaves with her son in tow.

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#last chapter just dropped!! #mlecker ty for making my fridays so much better ♡ #dont even talk to me if you haven't read the best vore novel of our century 😤 #soft vore #vore story #reblog

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Best shelter from the cold is inside a friend :3

Commission for @noodle-slurp! Continuation of this

#hi i love these two sm #hhh cute #soft vore #safe vore #not my art #reblog

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I haven't forgotten about this tumblr !! I just haven't been drawing vore lately :(

suggestions/requests are welcome because i have no ideas

#cloud's art #no vore here #cirro #val