You Know The Neat Thing About Soul Vore As A Concept? From The Perspective Of A Predator Their Prey Is

You know the neat thing about soul vore as a concept? From the perspective of a predator their prey is still there with them, but to observers the predator can seem mad.

The idea of a mutual friend or acquaintance of the predator and prey struggling to understand how the predator who to all appearances had loved the prey could have eaten them.

The predator is just like “Together forever :3” but the observer is having an existential crisis about everything they thought they knew about this person they thought they understood.

shy preds. nervous preds. insecure preds.

preds who don’t know how to ask if they can devour you. preds who absolutely crave you and want to savor you, but are too afraid to ask. preds who just sit there in agony, salivating over you in silence, shifting in their seat as waves of hunger wrack their body, but don’t want to bother you with such strange and frightening questions like “can i eat you?” preds who already know what you taste like based on your scent alone, and are always subconsciously licking their lips while around you. preds who try to hide their hunger by discreetly kneading their poor belly or filling up on other food in an attempt to bury their cravings.

even if they do everything they can to ignore their feelings, deep down they know how badly they want you. they want you all to themself. they want to consume you and keep you there, within them. they’ll never be satisfied until your weight is hanging from their middle, until your form is shifting around in their gut. maybe they did try asking once before, but lost momentum and stumbled over their words trying to ask. they only want you if their certain you want it too, but they have no idea how to even steer the conversation in that direction. after all, who would even want to be devoured? especially by someone they thought they could trust.

another day, another drop of drool hastily wiped away on their sleeve, hoping you didn’t notice. another pang of insatiable desire growling in their stomach begging for your company. maybe one day they’ll find the courage to ask. but for now, they just sit and bask in your presence, sheepishly imagining what it would feel like to finally swallow you down.

shy preds.

I love you. You know that, right? I love you so much.

And yet, I still feel those... Feelings. Those nagging feelings of doubt. Of fear. Do you hate me? Do you hate what I am? You surely must.

But as I rest a hand on my distended middle and rub it, I feel something that makes me freeze. Your hand... Pressed against mine, lovingly. Then, you start to gently rub along my stomach walls, which makes me start to purr.

I love you. And I'm glad that you love me, too.

I’ve got a similar concept for one of my oc’s except it’s more like the stomach IS the pred in the same way the brain is generally considered a human. The individual isn’t so much an illusion, it’s just that they’re using human language to express themselves and thus the importance of that part of them is lost in translation.

pred's stomach being almost like a separate entity to the pred.

it makes demands and decisions that it's owner is powerless to refuse.

the pred might try to resist their stomach's commands, leading them to angst over the inevitable failure.

or they already accepted the futility of the situation. and they nonchalantly go along with what their stomach makes them do. even still they're sometimes surprised by its brutality. but they just laugh it off, making light of the situation, because there's nothing else to do

other's might see their uncaringness as callous. but it's the preds best option

So when I’m thinking of watching a show sometimes I check out the fanfiction first. So I was reading this Hannibal fic that shipped Hannibal/Will. Because it seems to be a very popular ship in this fandom. Anyway, Will gives up his wedding ring to show that he doesn’t regret running away on some kind of Bonnie and Clyde, the Devils Rejects murder adventure with Hannibal. Hannibal gets an intrusive thought to swallow the ring and I’m like: Wow, maybe I should watch this show? Because this fandom definitely seems like my kinda people.

I support the right of artists to depict whatever twisted disturbing content they want because I believe fiction is the one place you can do that without anyone getting hurt.

That being said, I do think you should warn people, especially if the content is gory or fetishistic or contains depictions of underage characters or cute animals or triggering material like SA. I even try to put warnings on my posts that include mentions of sex or sex adjacent stuff not just cause of NSFW reasons but because I understand what it means to be sex repulsed.

While I believe fiction doesn’t hurt people, it can still be upsetting to be confronted by heavy or disturbing imagery or themes without any kind of warning. So I think people who make that content should respect that the content is challenging enough that a warning should always be included.

I don’t think it’s a case of “don’t like don’t read” if the reader has no idea what they’re getting into. The same goes for drawings, paintings or film. I’m not saying someone is necessarily intentionally being bad if they don’t include warnings. Plenty of people just assume others have the same threshold as them. But if people are telling you otherwise or you have some inkling that the content could be disturbing then I do think it’s negligent not to try and warn people.

People have told me I’m too lenient when it comes to fictional depictions, but honestly, I don’t think I am. I think I’m very clear on where my line is. If it’s fiction I generally don’t care how disturbing it is as long as I’m warned about it beforehand. Because it allows me to go “no I do not want to see that” and click away. Sometimes I overestimate what I can handle even if there’s a warning but if the artist has done their due diligence and put a warning there, I don’t hold a grudge.