This Isnt Vore Related And Might Be A Little Bit Of A Spicy Take For People Who Dont Care About History.

This isn’t vore related and might be a little bit of a spicy take for people who don’t care about history. But I really hate that Nazi is commonly used in the modern day to refer to extremists in politics. The Nazis are a specific group of extremists and they lost. People parade them around like they’re still out there when the brutal truth is you don’t need to be a Nazi to be willing to sell out your neighbour, or let an authoritarian government sneak into power. In fact, most modern governments are ALREADY corrupted in one aspect or another by groups who will absolutely lock you up if you speak out against them. The Nazis are dead, this isn’t WW2 during the Holocaust, this is the present day, most so called “Nazis” are just people who are too stupid , paranoid or uneducated to know that putting legislative restrictions on their neighbours also sets a precedent for the government to do the same thing to them. You are not fighting the last war, you are fighting the current war and I feel like blaming it all on yesterday’s villains fails to really capture the fact that Nazi Germany didn’t rise from the grave and make you distrustful of each other. Whatever country you’re currently living in did that all on it’s own. Your ghost hunting in a house with a perfectly good axe murderer and I think it’s time someone pointed it out.

That feel when you have a really over indulgent vore story draft, chilling in your journal and you’re both desperate to show it off to people and determined to never allow it to see the light of day.

Hey so hypothetically...how many vore enjoying tumblr folk like Orc preds? Or inexplicably wholesome fatal vore? Or God/Mortal romances?

I usually focus on single target vore at least on screen. But the idea of a pred who is pretty ruthless and gluttonous having that one prey they refuse to eat not because they don’t want to but because they actually care about them is honestly amazing.

Especially if they have like a cuteness aggression response that causes their stomach to growl and stuff. The idea of a usually confident and pretty selfish individual getting cagey or flustered about exposing that part of themselves to someone they actually care about is just...*chefs kiss*

Warning: The following snippet contains; Minor mentions of blood and gore, some body horror, lots of arachnophobia triggers. Size difference. A shady fae creature on their best behaviour. Unspecified bargains with said shady fae creature. Some very dead monsters.

The face was familiar, though the size of it was not, nor was the number of eyes, the chelicerae protruding from his jawline, the sharpness of his canines or the number of arms. Speaking of his arms and indeed his limbs in general not only were they larger but proportionately they had elongated to the border of grotesque but merely the border as if Bastion were fighting to maintain some semblance of the illusion of humanity in her presence. That illusion was already well and truly lost, because the being before her was not merely huge and grotesquely proportioned but it’s movements were more like a spider than a man.

“Do not run Ida.” The creature cautioned, in that all too familiar, ever gentle voice, albeit this time with the disturbing addition of distorted reverberations, as though the same voice were overlapping with itself, just slightly out of sync and speaking at both higher and lower frequencies at intervals.

“If you run, I will most definitely chase you and I fear even with our agreement, I will not be able to control myself”

“Are you going to eat me Bastion?” She asked carefully, after all, when dealing with inhumanity, it never hurt to clarify, for all she knew he was simply warning her away from a more painful death, not warning her away from the prospect of death in its entirety, in which case, she was in fact going to have to run.

He laughed and despite the distortion there was something quite deprecating about it. “As much as I would love to, in this particular instance I am in fact trying to behave myself, come here Ida.”

Naturally she stayed where she was. He huffed at her. “Yes I realise it seems counterproductive, but please come to me” There was a note of desperation in his voice and after taking the correct amount of time to assess if this was a ploy, Ida took pity on him, moving towards the hulking thing before her, though even she wasn’t quite sure how she managed to cross the distance.

Multiple arms wrapped around her, the embrace was warm and oddly gentle but there was an undercurrent of strength to it and Ida held no illusions about her chances of breaking free should he not want her to. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and sighed. Honestly at this size he was a little heavy but the way he seemed to sag with relief as he held her, made her feel obliged to weather through it with dignity.

“Apologies Ida, I did not think they would be so brazen as to attack you while you were under my protection. It was terribly rude and I am quite upset with them.”

As she patted one of his arms in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Ida thought about the numerous dead monsters presently leaking blood and viscera onto the forest floor and concluded that The Spider Prince had a remarkable talent for understatement.

So I make one clearly labeled not safe for work post and suddenly, there are E-girls in my inbox advertising their stuff. I realise it’s likely a bot but if whoever’s responsible for the algorithm on these things could pull up a chair for a second I would like to clarify something: You comfy? Settled in? Ready for anything? Yeah? Good good…Ahem, Just because I can (debatably) write about orgasm while hobbling along on the crutch that is a fatal vore fetish to get horny. Does not mean I am interested in live action porn. People who are interested in live action porn can follow my blog if they want I guess. I suspect they’ll be disappointed by it given its a niche fetish blog with a distinct lack of live action content and the writer of said blog has only really heard of sex in passing and only utilises it in her writing (badly) sometimes. But ya’ll need to wear a bell or something cause I did not anticipate just writing smut would connect me to full on live action blowjobs this easily. Is this another Tumblr social more I don’t understand?

I feel I should clarify something because of my last post is Bastion an ambush predator or an active hunter? The answer is that he’s mostly an ambush predator. But he embodies spiders in general not any particular spider. And in the previous snippet there was that unspecified bargain to take into consideration. Bastion can’t actually leave the Manor usually but he can be summoned and what’s summoned isn’t technically his true self. Or you’d hope not anyway, summoning Bastions true self would likely also summon the parlour and that’s a terrible idea. It’s more like summoning gives permission for a new proxy manifestation. In the case of the snippet one designed to protect and attack which means leaning heavily on the influence of things like the Huntsman spider, given most spiders are not actually designed to operate openly. He’s also a pretty old and powerful Fae creature and even a homebody like him is going to pick some magic up over the years. Hence why the monsters are very much dead despite Bastion perhaps not really at first seeming like the kind of creature that would be good in a fight. Against something actually in his weight class he’d likely have significantly more trouble though. But most things in the Forest surrounding the Manor are emphatically NOT in his weight class.