When you have two characters that you want to put into all the situations but you have to decide on only a few situations that are actually linear and canon.

Staggering eye contact between the pred and prey during vore. It can’t last of course because the pred has to obstruct the preys view eventually while swallowing them. But while it lasts? It’s very hot and intimate.

Anyone who’s read any of my Bastion and Ida stuff can probably already tell. But praise kink in vore is definitely my favourite thing. The pred having a practically religious experience over how the prey tastes on their tongue and feels in their belly trying to share it through words but also finding it difficult to truly articulate what it means to them to finally have the prey this way. They say all sorts of outrageously smitten and complimentary things but in the Preds mind it still doesn’t do the truth of it justice. The only thing that can truly do their prey justice is their body working diligently, devotedly to make the two of them one. Still they whisper sweet nothings the entire time because the prey deserves nothing less.

F/F vore isn’t my favourite like it used to be when I was younger and too affected by personal trauma to stand M/F. But I’ve noticed that there are people out there that ARE uncomfortable with a male in a dominant position over a woman and while I do write ambiguous preds and prey sometimes and I don’t intend to stop writing M/F content, it occurs to me that I do actually have named F/F pred and prey characters in my older backlog of journals and notebooks. Even though I mostly post my experiments or half-finished snippets here. I still think I’ve improved a lot as a writer since those days, so I’m a bit leery about showing my older stuff. Some of it, I’m definitely not gonna show anyone. But if people are interested I can dig through and post some of it here?

I really like the idea of a pred not necessarily “cooking” their prey but “preparing” them. Maybe there’s special soaps and hygiene products that are easy on a Preds stomach and palate. Or maybe the Pred has to make these things themselves and marry them to an individual preys natural taste like a chef would find the perfect sauce or glaze. They give the prey a whole spa day before eating them.

Maybe certain foods make a prey more healthy or even subtly change their flavour and the pred is an accomplished cook who works hard to make food to both the prey and eventually the Preds satisfaction. They feed them over maybe a week so the prey’s body has time to feel the pred’s cooking at work before the pred gets to enjoy their own meal in turn.

Dressing the prey up in something that makes them look good, maybe the fabric is easier on the Preds stomach or maybe it’s going to be removed while eating and is purely decorative.

The mix of domestic rituals or crafts but with something more voracious just under the surface.

I usually imagine Bastion with just one pair of chelicerae, but I saw someone else’s drawing of a humanoid spider monster with two sets of chelicerae and a pennywise-like jaw-split and I was like “Okay but this would actually absolutely work for Bastion” and now I’m kinda torn.

I mean F/F hasn’t been my preference in years so my hunch might be off but have you read this one?

Sorry for bitching about this a lot but sometimes I do feel left out for not liking male preds. It seems to be the norm in this website. Seeing horny digestion sequences with guys taunting their belly always makes me uncomfortable and I wish it didn’t. Like I wish I could just agree with everybody who says it’s hot but uhhhhh the idea of any woman being forcefully dominated in that way by some guy and having her life snuffed out is incredibly distressing to me

preds w emotional issues

You know the meme: Do not attempt to rescue dog, he’s fine, the air conditioning is on and he’s listening to his favourite music.

That but with fatal willing vore: Do not attempt to rescue prey, she is being painlessly digested and receiving constant praise and gentle reassurance from a pred she loves and trusts.

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 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 am a monster, that I cannot deny, but just because I am a monster, just because I fundamentally do not deserve acceptance, does not mean I do not crave it. Do you understand what seeing you in my web does to me? What you have given me by allowing me to catch you? You have granted me more than a meal Ida, you have granted me acceptance, unconditional love, nourishment that is both physical and spiritual. Gazing upon your beautiful face with eight eyes instead of two. It saddens me to think, I might never find a way to repay you for what you are offering me. For though I adore you, all I know of love is hunger, it’s something I am well suited for, after all I am my hunger and very little else, but is it worthy of you? You have chosen to speak to me in my own language, to be my prey, to allow me to feast. But what is your language Ida? What can I do to make you feel accepted? What can I do to make you feel loved?

A pred that gets all sulky, miserable and lonely when they have to reform their prey, because being one with the prey is like a security blanket to them.

Bonus points if they manage to pretend everything is fine and put on a brave face when they first reform the prey and see them off. But the prey returns home to the pred melodramatically fading away from hunger and loneliness.

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.

"But why would you want to imagine, read or write about a relationship that wasn't healthy, good or desirable to you personally?"

I genuinely don't know how to explain the concept of fiction to you.

A pred swallowing a prey who they don’t realise is immortal and immune to digestion. They fall asleep with a full, happy tummy, and wake up to … that exact same squirming belly. Their brows furrow together as they prod at their stomach, and the prey inside laughs at them for their foolishness, expecting the pred to let them out now that digestion isn’t a possibility.

But the pred is stubborn.

“You think I’ll let you out just because I can’t digest you? Newsflash, sweetheart: I like how you feel in there. I haven’t given up a meal yet, and I’m not about to now.” The pred smothers a belch as their prey begins to start thrashing around with panic, smirking to themselves. “Shhh… we’re gonna get to know each other real well by the time you give up, I think.”

I know the term comfort vore is reserved for safe vore but is anyone else like me and legitimately comforted by the concept of a pred digesting you? Like the idea the pred is the one in control of your fate now so you don’t really have to worry. Whatever burdens you had before they don’t matter because your food. Bonus points if the pred actually knows you’re burdened on some level and tells you they’ll take care of you as they digest you.