When The Pred Says Theyd Never Harm You But Their Definition Of Harm Doesnt Consider Digesting Someone

When the pred says they’d never harm you but their definition of harm doesn’t consider digesting someone and imprisoning their immortal soul harm.

Eh? But doesn’t Halsey sing songs about being unable to trust herself not about distrusting others? Unless there’s a Halsey song entitled Spider and the Fly in which case she has good taste in poetry.

If my last draft post didn’t explicitly spell it out. I love the Spider and the Fly dynamic in vore. What I mean by that is I love Preds that can’t get to a prey unless they cross certain boundaries first and who slowly wear down a prey psychologically not with threats or meanness but with pure unadulterated charm and affection. Especially if it’s entirely sincere but entirely deadly regardless. There’s just something about a creature that can’t go against its nature to the point it doesn’t know how to not kill you, only how to lure you in with honey rather than vinegar. Also the tragedy of a prey who’s so used to being treated badly that there’s something almost comforting to them about knowing damn well that no matter how nice the pred is they’re ultimately still dangerous. Like the prey is so broken they can only accept the niceties because they know it’s coming from something unapologetically dangerous.

This probably says something about my own trust issues to be honest. But let’s not analyse that too much.

If my last draft post didn’t explicitly spell it out. I love the Spider and the Fly dynamic in vore. What I mean by that is I love Preds that can’t get to a prey unless they cross certain boundaries first and who slowly wear down a prey psychologically not with threats or meanness but with pure unadulterated charm and affection. Especially if it’s entirely sincere but entirely deadly regardless. There’s just something about a creature that can’t go against its nature to the point it doesn’t know how to not kill you, only how to lure you in with honey rather than vinegar. Also the tragedy of a prey who’s so used to being treated badly that there’s something almost comforting to them about knowing damn well that no matter how nice the pred is they’re ultimately still dangerous. Like the prey is so broken they can only accept the niceties because they know it’s coming from something unapologetically dangerous.

This probably says something about my own trust issues to be honest. But let’s not analyse that too much.

“Were I not incapable of mercy, I would grant it to you in a heartbeat”

Man I miss having a friend whose also interested in writing to bounce ideas off. Haven’t had one of those since high school. Never really had one to bounce fetish ideas off of but I kinda wish I had one of those too.

That feel when the majority of your physical writing notebooks are full of terrifying fatal vore, but you are on tumblr and you don’t want to bring the mood down so you just post the cute or only slightly terrifying stuff.