Quick practice drawing before bed

(The mouth design was inspired by @mawsnclaws because I think it's a cool ass design. You just can't see the full arrow tongue)

Commission "Resting" for Nak

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Do you like foodplay?

If you mean incorporating tinies into food or food-related things, yes. Sometimes it’s necessary to whet the appetite.

Plus it gives the tiny the opportunity to get creative with how they wish to be enjoyed~

Realistically, it would probably make things worse, but when I'm having sensory issues it just sounds sooooo nice to be rolled around someone's mouth a piece of candy

As fall sets in and we begin to dip our toes into spooky season, I think it wouldn't hurt to share an idea I had for some haunted house vore.

Imagine going to a fairly low budget haunted house; cheap decorations and animatronics, college student actors making a quick buck, the works. It's pretty harmless fun, and you're not too scared, at least until you reach the last room. A huge monster crawls out of the shadows, growling and drooling. You scream and try to run, but the creature is already upon you, pouncing and wrapping its tongue around you to reel you into its mouth.

You're panicking as you're swallowed, desperately trying to convince yourself that these are just really, really good special effects. But as you slide into the stomach, you're horrified to find bones floating around in a pool of acid. All you can do is thrash around and cry out for help, not realizing that the fluids aren't hurting you at all.

Only a few minutes later, you're spit out onto the grass outside the house. A bone comes with you, which you now realize is just plastic. The host who welcomed you in eagerly asks how you liked that last scare, revealing that the monster is just a friendly participant. It happily gives you a lick before heading back to devour the next batch of guests. You leave satisfied with the experience, still having chills but surprisingly eager to go through again...

How about Bill doing some cock vore? maybe some pec vore too!

Definitely! Technically prompts but also one continuous story, have fun.

L.egoshi grunts as he’s slammed onto the ground, B.ill’s strong arms wrapped around him. The two carnivores have gotten into another fight, and B.ill is overpowering the wolf. The bathroom it’s happening in is giving them at least some privacy for this. But it’s giving the tiger an idea as well, to really one up his rival. B.ill grins, sitting up and straddling L.egoshi. “You know, I think it’s time I really taught you a lesson…” With a quick tug, B.ill pulls his pants down, letting his impressive cock flops out onto L.egoshi’s chest. The wolf blushes darkly as he sees it, his own pants tenting a bit and poking B.ill in the ass. For a second, he wonders if this is why B.ill has been so aggressive with him. A few strokes gets B.ill hard and the tiger leans in closer, putting a hand on the wall behind L.egoshi. The wolf thinks he’s about to be offered the cock to suck, and he’s not hating the idea…but then B.ill thrusts forward, forcing L.egoshi’s entire muzzle into the tiger’s cock with a muffled yelp. He starts to thrash around now, hitting B.ill’s thighs. The tiger lets out a moan, tipping his head back as he starts to thrust his hips some more. L.egoshi’s head is slurped in fast, and then B.ill is getting down is shoulders and chest. Each thrust has B.ill’s cock swallow up more of L.egoshi, dragging the wolf across the bathroom floor as he disappears from sight. And the more of him that disappears, the more then B.ill’s nuts bulge out, stretching around L.egoshi’s form. The wolf’s kicking legs slid across the tiled floor, his body slurping out of sight. Bull pants and moans, shamelessly rubbing over his thick shaft as it swallows up its meals. He’s already leaking, forming a puddle on the floor. L.egoshi’s legs are soon disappearing, and even his kicking feet slip into B.ill’s shaft and slosh down into his nuts. “Ooooh fuck yeah…” B.ill lays back against his bulging nuts, panting and moaning as he pumps his cock. L.egoshi’s voice is muffled by the tiger’s nuts, his form stretching them out as he tries to struggle. They’re groaning and bubbling deeply, growing warm and working on all that wolf meat. With how horny B.ill is, they’re working fast, trying to turn all of that wolf meat into the tiger’s next load. His fur sloughs off his body, which gets progressively more white and sloppy. L.egoshi screams as he watches himself melt into the boiling pool of cum. His struggles lessen as he sinks down, his limbs and body turning into white slop. His screams turn into groans which turn into wet bubbles, his half melted head sinking below the bubbling pool. B.ill’s nuts grow round and smooth, and soon later, the tiger aims his cock and blows his load with a mighty tiger’s roar. A fresh load pumps out like a geyser, splattering onto the urinals on the room. They’re painted bright white and quickly overfilled, tiger’s cum and wolf bones overflowing them. Plenty of it gets on the floor and walls as well, but Bull doesn’t care at all. Pleasure wracks his body as he wastes the dumb wolf into a light tiger’s orgasm. It takes several minutes for him to finish and he lays back on the floor, panting and basking in the afterglow. Tiger cum drips off the wall, L.egoshi’s bones scattered around the urinals. His skull sits on the bottom of one of them, jaw open wide as the skull faces the ceiling. That’s the state people will find e wolf after Bull leaves the bathroom. The tiger didn’t plan to get caught with that. He is eager to show off his much bigger cock, though. L.egoshi made it even better, so B.ill has to admit…he did something right. Even if it was just dying in his nuts.

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B.ill was so sick of R.iz coming around and showing him up. Just because he’s a bear and is stronger than him, he likes to go around and constantly one up him! And he always does it with that calm, smiling expression like he’s not even trying. It makes B.ill boil! And today…he plans to finally be the one to win against the bear. He’s going to prove that tigers are the strongest and he’s going to use R.iz to do that. R.iz is busy carrying some heavy equipment around, stuck doing so since L.egoshi was found as a splatter in the bathroom. It means R.iz is spending a lot of time alone, with his guard down, giving B.ill his opening. He quickly follows after the bear as he disappears backstage. They’re alone and the place is empty. So he comes up from behind R.iz quickly and shoulder checks him. R.iz cries out and topples over, landing on the ground with a thud, unable to catch himself with his full arms. R.iz groans and coughs, rolling onto his back. B.ill grabs the bear by the front of the shirt and lifts him up. The tiger himself has tosses his own shirt aside, leaving his torso fully exposed. Perfect for him to shove R.iz’s muzzle right into his pecs. R.iz’s eyes widen, and before he can react, B.ill shoved down on the back of his head and forces it completely between his pecs. Then it’s a series of shoves and flexes to start pulling the bigger carnivore deeper into him. R.iz lets out a muffled roar, trying to thrash free. His arms are pinned down as his own massive chest sinks into B.ill’s, though, and he’s stuck sitting down. He tries to stand, but it just shoved more of himself into B.ill’s chest, getting a purr and a grin from the predator. R.iz is waist deep by then, and B.ill hauls his legs up. They try to kick around, but Bull pushes down on him by the bottom of his feet. It gets a moan from the tiger as he sends those muscular legs packing up. He pushes the feet in between his pecs soon and pulls his fingers back out. His chest is massive now, bulging around tightly on the bear as he struggles. B.ill closes his eyes, grinning wide as he gropes his own bulging chest. He starts flexing roughly, getting muffled grunts out of his prey. The space is already excruciatingly tight for someone so big, and each flex is just making that work. It’s forcing what would normally be a rather sturdy person to start breaking with ease. Loud snaps and crunches ring out from B.ill’s chest as it grows more compact. R.iz roars again, thrashing and shoving around with all his might. But those roars are sounding more like screams soon and it’s music to B.ill’s ears. “That’s it,” B.ill purrs, squeezing his chest tightly. “Who’s the stronger carnivore now, huh? Tigers!” He flexes down again, finding it easier to crush more of R.iz. He’s already feeling stronger. “You’re just pec meat now, R.iz! To make the better carnivore even stronger!” Each flex of his chest makes him bigger. His body sweeps with new muscule mass and he grows a bit taller. R.iz is fading, his body being broken down and absorbed into B.ill’s. His mass is becoming the tiger’s mass, and his screams are turning into whimpers as pain fades into increasing numbness. B.ill’s pecs grow smaller and sturdier, steadily putting R.iz away. “Just like L.egoshi. You belong to the stronger carnivore. So…hurry up…and die!” B.ill flexes his chest tightly and roars. Power and strength course through him like electricity, his muscles bulging all over his body. He stinks of a thick musk now, more chest hair on his pecs and his voice somehow growing deeper. Something solid pops out of his chest and hits the floor with a clatter. It’s R.iz’s skull, drenched in tiger sweat. B.ill grins down at it, huffing and puffing. He kicks it away lazily and stops off. His pants tear as he does, giving up on trying to contain his bigger thighs. But that’s fine. He’ll just steal some of R.iz’s clothes. They are his now, after all.

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L.ouis stares up at B.ill from the ground, trying to scoot back. He knew that something had happened with the tiger since he got bigger and R.iz happened to go missing. But he had been too cocky about his position in the school’s hierarchy. He didn’t think B.ill would turn on him. Now, alone with him in the dressing room, the tiger naked and hard, he realizes he was wrong. He’s grabbed by the ankle and dragged across the floor. L.ouis yells and tries to struggle free, but B.ill is far stronger than him. “I think you should go keep that dumb dog some company,” B.ill says with a deep growl. He lifts L.ouis’s leg up and shoved it right into his cock. He shivers slightly and moans out, then grabs the deer’s other foot to shove it in as well. He starts letting his cock flex and swallow the deer up, dragging his legs down. L.ouis claws at the floor, trying to struggle and yelling for help. No one hears it but the tiger, who laughs and strokes his shaft. L.ouis is slurped up to his waist quickly, starting to lift off the floor. B.ill’s cock throbs and bobs, sending more and more of the deer down. L.ouis tries to push himself out, but his hands slurp into the drooling cock lips and pins his arms down. B.ill grabs him by the antlers, already getting to L.ouis’s chest. “Don’t need these anymore.” A quick tg and the antlers crack off. L.ouis screams, but the sound is cut off by a wet slurp as his head goes down. B.ill’s nuts slosh and hang down low, reaching his knees. The tiger moans and starts to stroke himself again. “Just where you belong,” B.ill growls. “L.egoshi and R.iz at least were carnivores. But you? I’m not taking orders from *prey.*” He starts stroking himself faster, panting. His nuts flex and churn, L.ouis’s yelling quickly fading out into wet bubbling and churning. He was melting fast, his body reducing into boiling nut slop. Whether it was being an herbivore or B.ill’s body being so powerful, it didn’t matter. L.ouis was gone in no time, and B.ill is blowing his load onto the dressing rooms mirror with a moan. Deer bones come up all at once, the skeleton kept in most one piece. It strikes the mirror with a thump, being plastered against it with the thick tiger cum. B.ill’s orgasm ends after a couple of minutes, and he grins at the skeleton as he takes deep breaths. That’s the most popular guy in school dead. Now, a real man can take his place. A carnivore. A tiger. B.ill.

Pred clothes

I imagine that in a world where vore is super casual there is a section of clothes made just for preds.

Because at some point preds have to get tired of their clothes getting ruined or they might not feel comfortable having their stomach exposed which is completely valid so let’s get them some outfits that are comfortable and made to stretch to accommodate their prey filled tum.

But then you might say “But Zillic what about giants where that isn’t an issue. What do they get?”

Take a breath and drink some water (seriously, do it, it’s good for you)

There’s no need to fear! I’ve got something for them.

May I present to you X-Ray shirts! Wearing this amazing article of clothing will allow you to be able to see the contents of your stomach. So make sure the prey looks their best.

Also a bonus (for any size),

Stupid novelty shirts. Preds can wear classic shirts such as ‘My friend is in there’ words over their stomach. Or ‘Best pool party only 5 swallows away’. Honestly get stupidly creative with it.

I'm so fucking sick of cringe culture. Sometimes I'll reblog stuff that I would normally consider cringe and not reblog because even I struggle with it sometimes and I want to stop being like "ew that's cringe don't show me that." Be cringe. Embrace your weird side. Reblog that fatfur or vore or inflation or bondage or pool toy art. Speak like a late 2000s scene girl or use uwu speak. Hyperfixate on that media that might be regarded as dumb or bad. Write that fanfiction, write that smut. Find the people to love you for who you naturally are, because latching on so tightly to the people who will find you cringy for being a furry or being way into Sonic or whatever aren't going to help you feel satisfied in your life. They're going to make you feel embarrassed. You don't have to cut them out of your life, but you need to have people in your life to indulge in your happiness genuinely to feel satisfied.

Loki's Thighs [Avenger! Loki x Female Reader] 18+

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki gets a thigh massage by the pool in his tight lil swim-shorts. That's it, that's all. Plot if you squint. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Light smut. Language. Excessive description of Loki's thighs/legs. Mild vore references. Mild injury references.

The sound of Natasha and Bruce’s playful screams from the pool jostled in the air as you let yourself bath in the warmth of the afternoon sun. A tang of sizzling beef wafted in your direction carried on a light breeze, a can being popped open with a hiss and low conversation punctuated by laughter registered through your bliss. This was heaven. All it was missing was…

“Laufeyson, where you been?” Bruce called from the water.

You raised your head from the lounger and slid your sunglasses down. Loki was best seen without the restraints of a tint to dull his magnificence.

He was dressed impeccably as always, despite spending the past two days undercover in the company of Chicago’s seediest gangsters with his brother. His suit was perfectly fitted as usual, a deep burgundy which creased maddeningly over the lines of his hips as he moved.

Loki yanked the knot of his tie loose aggressively, raven-hair flicking back across his shoulders as he raised the loop over his head before vanishing it into thin air.

He gave a half-hearted wave to the group scattered around the pool, tipping a salute to Clint manning the burgers on the grill as he made straight for the side area where you lay. He looked tired.

A long sigh escaped him as he fell backwards to the padded cushions of the lounger beside you, his suit melting away in a flash of green on his descent, seamlessly revealing his naked skin.

Tight black swim-shorts were suddenly wrapped snug around his deliciously taunt hips as his seidr completed its roll of his body. A pair of dark wayfarers manifested over his eyes as he threw you a cheeky smile, reclining with both hands behind his head.

“Darling?"

You squealed and leapt over to him, straddling him on his lounger and peppering his face with kisses before sliding your tongue gratefully into his mouth. His hands slid up your back and up through your hair, tugging slightly as he flexed his lips ravenously against yours.

“Ow…” he hissed, withdrawing from you sharply. You shuffled on top of him, easing your weight from his lap as he grimaced.

“Sorry my love, I just had a little incident in the field…” he said apologetically before a coy smirk flickered at the corner of his mouth, “Now, where were we?” He leaned forward to kiss you again but your gaze narrowed in response. “What do you mean, 'incident'?”

Loki rolled his eyes. There was no point in fighting it now the cat was out of the bag. “I had an altercation with a vehicular automotive, it’s nothing to concern yourself with.”

“You got hit by a car?” you began to yell, as Loki spread his large hands on your shoulders, dipping his head to look into your eyes in an effort to calm you.

“Not quite, the front just sort of...ran into my legs and bounced off. I’m fine. Just a little sore, pet. Really.” he said calmly, his brows drawing together as you ran your eyes down his naked chest, inspecting him.

“Well we can’t have that, can we? I need you in full working order for tonight.” you winked, before manoeuvring quickly.

You brought yourself to rest on your knees as you edged his legs wider on the sun-lounger. His ankles crossed behind you as those ridiculously long limbs fell open on either side of your body.

You knew his keen eyes were twinkling beneath the Ray-Bans, his amusement betrayed by the smile twitching at the corner of those tantalising lips as he indulged your mortal ministrations.

“Tell me when.” you said firmly, as you squeezed your palms up his long calves in tandem, the sinewy tone of his hard muscle almost inflexible under your touch. Hair caught under your fingertips as you tugged it on your ascent, the wiry covering of his lower legs giving way to the fine counterpart above.

Loki was silent, his chest rising and falling as he enjoyed your attentions quietly. Your hands slid over his bare knees; widening your grip in attempt to envelop the expanse.

“Ow…” Loki grimaced again as your fingers began their ascent of his thighs.

“Does my big, strong god have a boo-boo? Poor baby.” you murmured goadingly as you re-settled against the fold of your calves, enjoying the indignant raise of Loki’s eyebrows above his sunglasses.

Your fingers widened across his pale skin and gently gripped the knees spread on either side of you. Palms slid fluidly up the fronts of his thighs and around his hips to meet the edge of his ass snug against the lounger, fingers pressing lightly against his sculpted form. A low groan escaped him as he flexed upward at the movement, “Harder, pet.”

The god beneath you was flawless, as though carved from marble by Bernini himself. Dark curls rested on his shoulders, his skin glowing gently under the afternoon rays as he returned his hands behind his head to grant you full access. The lines of his hips rose from the tight waistband of his swim-shorts, the fabric re-adjusting perfectly to his form as he made himself comfortable. Thin creases appeared between the toned lines of his abdominals as Loki’s body reluctantly surrendered to the simple pleasure of your healing touch.

His core twitched with relief as you dragged your fingertips firmly down the outside of his thick thighs, fingernails scratching purposefully down the supple skin beneath. A growl of relief dripping with eroticism staggered from his throat as your worked the muscles beneath your grip in methodical circles, taking your time.

He edged down the lounger, widening the basket of his legs around you adjacent to your hips. You moved both of your hands to his left thigh, massaging him firmly as he jolted under the pressure. A hiss seethed from his lips as you struck something particularly sensitive, making your already purring core soar with need. You would never get over the sight of his powerful legs bare in all their glory.

Your love's lithe frame hid the true nature of his strength, the rippling expanse of his body a sight that under most circumstances was reserved for your eyes only. Swimwear, you conceded, was the exception.

“You’re so tight…” you muttered, as your thumb pressed slowly upwards from his knee to his hip flexors. A low chuckle radiated from your lover, punctuated by a grimace as you hit a tight knot. “That’s usually my line, darling.”

He was spread beneath you. The dips and valleys of his thigh muscles bulged as you kneaded against them, marking his skin with faint pink tinges as Loki made small, involuntary thrusts against the work of your hands. They looked so small beside the mighty force of his incredible femurs. Untouchable. Unbreakable.

Memories of the power you felt each time he slammed them into you while taking you from behind, the feeling of the wide expanse of his lap underneath you as you warmed his cock while he read or fucked on the sofas in the Tower library filled your mind. How was it possible that this mortal attempt at comfort could bring him relief? And yet... as you dove your fingertips deep into the godly flesh underneath your touch; Loki’s head dropped back with a primal sigh of pleasure.

You felt the gravitational pull of his hips guide your fingers, your obsession with him drawing you deeper as he moaned quietly beneath you. Sliding your palms as hard as you could up his thighs in unison, you leant forward to plant a kiss on his stomach, raising your eyes to see if he was watching. He was.

“You stopped.” he mumbled disapprovingly in that deliciously velvet tone, his brow furrowed in confusion above his shades.

“Just for a minute. I want to try another technique.” you mumbled as you pressed your lips deeper against the flat, smooth skin of his stomach. God, you could just eat him. Absorb him.

Your hands ran wantonly up the sides of his chest and across his shoulders, sweeping up the chiselled pillars of his biceps which rested parallel to his ears as his interlaced fingers cupped the back of his head. He let out a low chuckle, making no effort to hide his enjoyment of your neediness as you burned with anticipation.

Shuffling your butt in reverse, you slid your palms back the way they came. They pressed against his pectorals as you passed, giving a brief squeeze of appreciation before making your way outwards to cup the underside of his knees. Sitting so brazenly in the open with your indescribably delicious lover lying legs akimbo around your body was a rare thrill. You could see him hardening slightly underneath his sinfully tight swim-shorts. You were impressed that he had managed to hold out this long. He was tired.

Your thumbs began digging in to the pressure points of his knees, the thick muscle finally relenting beneath your touch. “Ohhhhh” Loki groaned, as his head fell back again.

A smile flickered at your lips as you lowered your head to place a deep kiss on the pale skin above the joint. Your trail devoured upwards across his inner thigh, the taste of him making you salivate as you felt desire pooling between your legs, sliding against your bikini bottoms.

You sucked a section of skin into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue before releasing with a languishing kiss and moving on. His thighs were sacred, and you would worship them at every opportunity despite your lover’s protestations. Loki was often too quick to dismiss your need to appreciate him, a tinge of shyness colouring his self-confidence which otherwise radiated like the beating sun on your back. His ridiculously long legs did things to you that you couldn’t explain, driving you feral by simply existing. Those exquisitely toned femurs which seemed to flex tauntingly underneath every single piece of clothing the man owned, teasing your mind with every movement; the creases of hips and expanse of his inviting lap making you dizzy.

You ghosted over his crotch, placing a quick kiss on his semi-hard cock, as you made your way to his other thigh. A low moan of approval rumbled in his throat as your lips crashed again to his skin, massaging the wide expanse below his hipbone with firm, needy kisses. Your digits dug in to the soft flesh behind his knees making him hiss abruptly, thrusting his hips beneath you. You widened your fingers, gripping around the supple skin of his lower thighs and pulling them open further, pushing them downward as your mouth descended his flesh. There would be marks.

Sucking the skin of Loki’s thighs was addictive, it was moreish. The epitome of indulgent vore. The curved landscape of his sculpted legs were a playground of sensation for your insatiable lips and you would never get enough. Never. You felt yourself hazing with need as you bit down gently on the warm expanse beneath you; shaking your head slightly, savouring the delicious pressure of your mouth around his thick muscles as he lovingly smoothed your hair.

“We are in public, you know.” he coyed, a heavy twang of regret seeping through his amused observation.

You sighed, releasing his skin from the vacuum of your lustful attentions and sitting upright. “They’re all the way over there!” you gestured dramatically, “And plus, you’re not even that aroused…”

Loki elevated himself, shuffling backwards to straighten against the lounger headrest. “Firstly, darling…I didn’t imagine it was my arousal they would take issue with. Yours is much more visible." He raised his eyebrows, a smirk flickering as you rolled your eyes.

“Secondly, it is taking all the magic I can currently summon in my reduced state to cover my modesty and it is still not working.” he murmured, leaning towards you, “I can assure you, my love...I am extremely aroused by your talented hands upon my body. Believe me.”

Your eyes fluttered up to meet his gaze, glints of his mischievous stare visible through the tint of his wayfarers.

“Friends!” Thor boomed in greeting from the patio, walking slowly towards the group in the pool as they said something you couldn’t quite hear.

“Oh yes, it was fine...fine. But I did have a rather unexpected altercation with a...what was it called, brother?” he shouted in your direction, as Loki squirmed beneath you.

“Oh! I remember, a ‘pick-up-truck’. Yes. One of those scoundrels tried to run me down in his metal transportation machine. Can you believe that? Hit me square in the legs and then crumpled.” he chortled before looking thoughtfully to the sky and releasing a theatrical sigh, “It made me think of Jane…”

You turned your head slowly towards Loki, wordlessly removing his sunglasses to reveal his sheepish gaze; those beautiful eyes flickering up to you brimming with apologetic amusement.

“What can I say? I missed your attentions.” he said coyly, wrapping a strand of your hair around his finger, “And I know how much you worship my thighs so…”. He shrugged gently, the smile playing on his lips ruining any hope of sincerity.

“Loki, if you ever want my attention...especially when it comes to those damn thighs...you only have to ask.” you murmured, sliding your hands up his thick muscled legs making him groan beneath you once more; your cleavage tantalisingly in his line of vision as your lips ghosted his. “Believe me.”

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Dual POV vore thing

Idk it wasn’t Twisted Wonderland related until it kinda became. Imagine whatever smug character you want tbh. The only TWST ref is the character’s name

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He had her.

As her tiny form slipped down his throat, he traced her descent. Following the slight bulge from beneath his chin to the crest of his collarbone.

Reclining in the chair, its front wooden legs hovering as his feet rested on the table for balance, he hummed.

Beyond savoring her taste, the sensation of her plunging deeper into his core was undeniably delicious, delectable.

As she pooled into his gut, her immediate squirms and muffled words were met with casual indifference. He pressed the flat of his fingers to his belly, grinning as a flurry of movement occurred in retaliation.

Sure, he’ll release her eventually, but for now, he was going to have some fun with his little toy.

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Plus a prey POV, let’s name her Yuu lol

The asshole actually swallowed her. As Yuu slid down his throat, she was in a shocked trance. Sure, he was playing around with her, raising her above his open mouth and whatnot but she didn’t think the oaf would actually swallow.

Squeezed down his tight gullet, it felt like the world’s most claustrophobic water slide. Yuu dropped into a more open space, the walls dripped with liquid, constantly moving, and the stale odor of past meals made her irritably kick at the nearest wall.

Unbridled chuckles closed in around her, hurling Yuu across the confined space. Her nails dug into the floor, trying to grasp some semblance of stability as she shook off the dizziness. Nerves grated, anxiety fried — she lashed out, hitting and scratching at the walls. Yuu’s entire body was drenched and sticky, courtesy of the oppressive mugginess of her surroundings.

With her hair clinging to her face, Yuu swore she would make this bastard pay the moment she got out of here.

Under the Skin analysis nobody asked for

a.k.a why I think that Du Cheng is pretty awesome actually.

SPOILERS for Under the Skin - Chinese drama, NOT a vore? body-snatcher?? movie with Scarlet Johansson. You have been warned.

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OK, let's get one thing out of the way first. People give Du Cheng a lot of shit about how he treated Shen Yi at first, which - fair, but hear me out.

Captain Lei for Du Cheng was not just a mentor and a fellow police officer, he was practically a father to him, the one who supported and showed young Mr. Du that he could redirect his anger and strength towards greater cause and help other people.

So imagine, in a very short amount of time, during the phone call with your almost-PARENT you hear him getting stabbed, find his dead body in a ditch, and then the reason the killers were able to identify him at all - a smug little shit of an artist who bragged about remembering every face he saw - couldn't draw for some reason the only face that mattered.

You'd also probably flip out and hold a grudge for 7 years.

Du Cheng also didn't know at this point that Shen Yi couldn't remember the face due to being dumped into the sea, he assumed that the artist just didn't want to do it.

I'm not saying that all this excuses Du Cheng's behavior, he's still a dick to an innocent person, a victim of circumstances - the fact which he already knew. What I'm saying is that it makes sense.

The scene in the interrogation room was amazing but I think we all know it

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Now, onto the thing:

The initial impression of Du Cheng's character is that yes, he's the police captain, and he's capable, but he's also kinda goofy. Like, where the work is not involved he's simple, straightforward person, not a genius like Shen Yi with his art or good with technology like Li Han, not very sophisticated, etc.

He's pretty chill overall (unless it's about murder cases or Shen Yi). Typical big gruff police captain that can be a butt of several jokes in other shows, but here is where things get interesting.

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When we first see him in the series, he's submerged in a bath inside of a suitcase, trying to figure out how a crime was committed. (Typing this I realized that there's even more of a theme of water and drowning, specifically of self-inflicted kind, than I'd thought before).

It shows that he's willing to go to great lengths to solve a case, including getting himself in a harm's way in the process, and this is demonstrated constantly throughout the show.

Later we see that he's also a good leader of his team, street-smart and physically strong.

A lot of wet men this show has

Speaking of physicality, I like how Du Cheng carries himself. With his height and size he could seem awkward, but Du Cheng is in complete control of his body.

His movements are big (wide? idk but you get my point) but fluid and calculated at the same time, partly because of the years' worth of training, partly because like many other tall people he's used to moving in the world that's occupied by smaller humans and a lot of fragile items.

He's not using his size for his advantage in everyday life, unless it's for the case and he needs to save one ever-unlucky Shen-laoshi from trouble for the tenth time that week.

He moves with the grace of a wild animal, calm and seemingly tame until he isn't, which is why although I understand his comparison to a dog in the show, I feel like he's more of a wolf.

Basically, there are three things I can watch forever - how the fire burns, how Shen Yi draws, and how Du Cheng jumps into the swimming pool.

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Another little mystery about Du Cheng that just doesn't let me go is - what the hell is his family background?

At first it seemed like he was just an ordinary rebellious teenager from some kind of tumultuous household. We don't hear anything about his parents, so we're simply left to assume (the same goes for Shen Yi).

That was until Du Qing comes into the picture. Du Cheng's sister is like rich-rich, so she could either amount to such power herself (girlboss ❤), or she's already come from money.

If the latter is the case, then what was Du Cheng doing on the streets all those years ago? Rich boy's tantrum? It didn't seem like it. Also, Du siblings seem pretty close, so I don't think that Du Qing would let her younger brother roam the streets if she had a choice.

Maybe I missed something? I don't know, but this tidbit just tickles my fancy for some reason, like what's his deal?

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But the thing that proved to me the fact that Du Cheng is as complex of a character as She Yi was when he framed himself as M's killer.

(I mean, I knew that he was innocent from the start, because hello, this is s Chinese contemporary show about cops, there's only so much wiggle room in terms of morality the censorship would allow - either he's guilty and he dies at the end, or he's not and everything will be fine. It didn't seem like the first option, so...)

Even before the whole thing went down, Du Cheng in general never seemed like a sidekick, simply a load of big muscles compared to Shen Yi's torturous genius, but this particular decision really cemented the quality of this partnership - in different ways, but they're equal. Neither can do without the other, and both of them can adapt and change their usual tactics when required.

And do you realize how rare this kind of thing is??

When two people have this sort of dynamic in a show - where one is very smart and the other is more down to earth - the second person more often than not would just feel like an assistant to the first one, and it's incredibly annoying to me personally.

But here it's different and oh my god IT'S SO GOOD! I practically screamed in excitement when it happened.

The motherfucker can scheme! This guy fell down from the stairs, hit his head, saw that M was dead, instantly understood what was happening and came up with a whole plan, which granted, involved getting himself in huge trouble, but it's not like Du Cheng is the only one who likes to be self-sacrificial fool in this show.

He sets a trap for the villain like a predator for the prey and then patiently waits. He knows that the price for this stunt is not only getting framed for the murder and demoted/imprisoned/executed? (I don't know the terms for death sentences in China very well), it's also the trust and potential well-being of his colleagues, and Du Cheng still agrees to pay it. He's ruthless both to himself and others, and I LOVE IT.

The later parts of the show provides us with not only deliciously tense moments, full of suspicions and drama and angst (the dinner with Du Qing, and Shen Yi drawing the eyes from the security footage are especially great), but also proves that BOTH of main characters have this darker undercurrent beneath their friendly exteriors.

And although it can't really be explored properly due to censorship, it still is fascinating to think about.

strong bad facial expressions post

ok, this post was one i wasnt gonna make originally because i felt it was like......WAY too niche to be normal. however, most of you guys are more insane (positive) (this is good) than me anyway so i do not care!!!!!! this isnt in order of the toon it is in so um. sorry !!!!!

STRONG BAD SMILING

(from various, image from sbemail #126 - best thing)

not very odd or uncommon so im just mentioning it here real quick. his smile means everything to me but that is much besides the point. this image isnt from like, the first toon he smiles in but it was the most normal example so i used it. i like it when he does this. but again, increasingly normal.

2. STRONG BAD WINKING

(from sbemail 149 - candy product)

um. i dont know whether i like this one or not. on one hand it is oddly cute to me. on the other. um. dont fucking do that sb?????? keep your eyes open. luckily i dont think he ever did this again.

3. STRONG BAD MAD. NOT HAPPY

(From Date Nite)

angry strong bad. i actually have some pretty intimate experience with this specific expression, as i have lurked in the files for date nite for more time than you think someone would. the symbol for this one is pretty weird.

4. STRONG BAD POST-VORE

(from sbemail 187 - winter pool)

everything about this image is wrong. his mouth is so round. his eyes are so utterly disappointed. honestly, an appropriate reaction. poor guy. literally a sopping wet cat to me.

5. STRONG BAD MAKING OUT WITH PIECE OF PAPER

(from teen girl squad #10)

another pretty rare instance of his eyes actually being closed. i do not have mixed feelings about this one however, i very much like this one. despite the fact that he is....making out with his teenage girl oc. in front of his brothers and the cheat. i kind of like to imagine that he reads tgs to all 3 of them and that is why they were in that one. everything about this issue is still utterly cursed but i still love it very much and he makes a very odd face

6. LITERALLY ANY EXPRESSION FROM RECENT H*R TOONS

(from various, images from decemberweenvent calender and sbemail #209 - parenting respectively)

strong bad's actually a lot more expressive in recent toons. atleast in my opinion. they arent as horrifically terrifying to me but they make me happy all the same. homestar's kinda undergone a similar thing too, but he was always decently expressive so i will not make a post about that. yet.

anyway, i just made this post because i think about a few of these very often. i love it very much!!!!!!!!!

it is 4am and i have consumed alcohol and i'm having tlt thoughts but they will probably not be coherent and this will be a very stream of consciousness post you have been warned

ok so to be very honest i was baffled that people read griddlehark as like, explicitly romantic whenever i first was browsing the tlt tag

like they were very obvs homoerotic and like i will directly quote tazmuir here and say there were "elements of a love story there" but i was not getting the same vibes that apparently everyone else was??

and maybe this is the difference between reading GTN in 2019 and then having to wait a year for HTN, because to me that allows a lot of time for your mind to sit and think on things and speculate

meanwhile i read GTN and HTN back to back. from my notes i finished GTN sept 14, 2022 (and i started reading it like, at MOST a week before that) and then i started HTN on sept 22 and finished it four days later (rip to people who say HTN was hard to read couldn't have been me. saw that it was in second person and nutted on the spot literally my favorite POV. guess im just built different. anyways)

so like, very obviously little down time between reading those 2 books so not a lot of time to really sit and think on it given that this is TLT we're talking about

but even now having read NTN and it now being a full year later since starting the series i still... don't get it

rather, i do not get it trying to read their relationship from the way that most people in the fandom seem to be reading it.

the pool scene and like, the drastic shift that it caused in harrow and gideon's relationship made very little sense to me and seemed kinda out of nowhere until i started thinking about it in this way; harrow and gideon do not love each other for who the other person is but rather what that person might mean for them.

to me gideon is vrry obviously someone who craves purpose after being treated like shit and generally just viewed as someone as disposable. so it makes sense to me that her goal was to escape the ninth and go join the cohort (so she can go be disposable but With Purpose).

but when they got to Canaan house....

bro cytherea groomed her SO FUCKING HARD. it's actually kinda fucking funny in a fucked up way because cytherea was like "noo gideon don't let anyone treat u like this" while gideon was getting her life force succed out of her but LITERALLY every one of cytherea's interactions with gideon just... reinforced and instilled the idea of cavalierhood in gideon

so much so that by the end of GTN gideon was like "no harrow YOU'RE the one who doesn't understand what a necro and cav are supposed to mean to each other." brainwashed. absolutely brainwashed.

ofc being surrounded by other necro/cav pairs who were Properly fulfilling their social roles influenced her as well, but cytherea had such a big part to play in it.

so naturally gideon's Search For Purpose shifts from being disposable-but-with-purpose in the cohort to being disposable-but-with-purpose as a cavalier.

so for gideon a relationship with harrow as her cavalier might mean a chance at having a Purpose, and this is why gideon loves her

meanwhile for harrow... the girl is 200 dead children and has been suicidal about that shit from day one. so here is one of the children that was supposed to die for her, but didn't, and fought her every single day of their lives, and it's this child that's offering her forgiveness???? like bro ofc she's gonna take that it's literally the salvation she's been looking for that even God, as we learn in HTN, can't offer her.

so naturally when the answer to lyctorhood is "ok now kill her and vore her soul <3" harrow would be like FUCK no. harrow has only now really beginning to think of gideon as a person and not a slave, as someone who is OF the Ninth house and not just beholden to it. so whyy would she ever kill her at this point.

and we KNOW this means so much to harrow because, thinking she's on the brink of death, she just straight up asks gideon if she's really forgiven her.

this is why i think they love each other and also i think this adds up with where they are now in the series. their reasons for loving the other person are completely at odds!!! so even with their now "Repaired" relationship it is still hopelessly fractured!!!

and tbh i do think griddlehark at this point is more, but not at all completely, one-sided than most people think because like, i think (or at least i hope??) harrowhark is slowly snapping out of this line of thinking and is realizing that's Not a healthy way to view gideon (idk i may be wrong) while gideon is DOUBLING DOWN SO HARD on being a cavalier. like that is her Purpose now it is her Identity!!! she needs to be someone's cavalier, and if she can't be harrow's then she'll try to be her father's.

not a fucking word out of her mouth when alecto kisses harrow but when alecto pledges herself to harrow?? she called the soul of the earth A SLUT!! absolutely insane.

anyways that's it that's all i had to say. i hope harrow and alecto fuck nasty in ATN <3

im not tagging this as anything tlt related but this will prob still some how show up in tags anyways because tumblr is stupid and broken

Request

what about an uzi x reader safe vore but it's absolute solver uzi and she remembers that she vored the only after she gets back home

You slowly wake up bathed in warmth. You don't remember how you fell asleep, but you still woke up. You sat up to find...everything dark.

The space you're in is tight and moving. It felt fleshy. It squished under your weight and movement. You sat in a pool of something. Your clothes were soaked. You could hear something thumping above you along with periodic wind. You wonder where you are when a soft gurgle confirms all your suspicions were wrong.

You're in a stomach.

You squirm frantically, trying to find an exit. Who ate you? When did they eat you? How did they eat you? Why did they eat you? These thoughts coursed through your mind as you struggled and squirmed. You hear a soft groan of a voice above you and felt your world shake as something slapped it.

It was Uzi. You recognized the groan. Why would she eat you? How did she eat you? You stopped struggling to ponder these questions. Uzi is your friend, so why would she eat you? It didn't make sense. You then remember what happened the night before you woke up.

Playing memory: 22:23 P.M.

You sat around a campfire with Sam, Emily, Braden, and Lizzy. You were having a good time, telling stories, eating batteries, Sam had a magnet. It was a grand time. Suddenly, Emily jumped as something grabbed her leg. Everyone turned to look and saw Rebecca, ripped in half, grabbing Emily's leg. Lizzy screamed, "Who did this to you?" And Rebecca replied with, "Don't remember name, super unpopular." Her voice was strained and slow. It was clear that she wasn't going to last much longer.

Sam asked for descriptive clues, to which Rebecca responded with, "Purple eyes, Hot Topic." Everyone stood around considering what Rebecca meant and not recognizing who she was describing, except for you. You immediately realized it was Uzi. Rebecca then died, a red fatal error flashing across her screen. No one got a chance to say anything before a spine-chilling giggle came from behind. Everyone turned to look at a figure on the hill behind them.

The figure was short with purple wings and a purple x on her face. wings protruded from her back and a tail flicked to her side. She was giggling creepily and you knew it was Uzi.

Braden then called out, "Oh! Y-you?" Everyone looked at each other and shrugged before a purple flash of light and Braden's head flew off. His body fell to the ground and caught fire. Sam screamed to split up and everyone did. After all, Uzi could only chase one person at a time.

That thought was proven redundant as you heard Sam scream before getting cut off a moment later, followed by Emily mere moments after. Uzi was fast. Way faster than anyone. You tried to hide behind a tree as Uzi landed on the ground nearby. You could hear her chuckle and her soft footsteps crunching against the snow. "Come out come out wherever you are, little snack!"

You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to stifle your heavy breathing and crying. You start to feel funny. You look down to find yourself floating in the air and very small, a three-arrowed symbol holding you in the air. You start to get dragged through the air towards Uzi, who's looking directly at you. The symbol covered her visor and hovered over her hand. You stop inches from her face. You could feel her stare at you

"My my, Y/N. Aren't you looking scrumptious!" You tried to squirm but found that you couldn't move. "U-Uzi, please! Don't kill me! I won't tell anyone what happened!" Uzi giggled her sinister giggle. "Oh don't worry, Y/N. I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to hold you very very close. It won't hurt, I promise." Uzi then tilted her head back and lifted you above it. "Try not to squirm too hard in there, Y/N." Uzi opened her mouth revealing razor-sharp teeth and a purple glow in the back of her throat.

Before you could scream Uzi dropped you inside. You barely had time to register when Uzi swallowed you whole with a loud gulp. You felt Uzi's throat constricting you as it pulled you down. As much as you wanted to scream, you couldn't. You felt yourself get squeezed into her stomach. You sat there unmoving before flipping yourself over.

"It is kinda nice in here." You mumble to yourself. The surfaces of Uzi's stomach felt like a warm bed. Uzi's stomach moved and squeezed around you like a massage. You felt your muscles and joints ease as you settled in. Uzi's mechanical heartbeat above you and her stomach gurgled softly in a lullaby. You felt yourself slowly fall asleep. The last thing you heard was Uzi saying, "Sweet dreams little snack!"

Memory End:

Well, that explained a lot. You check the time with your internal clock. 10:30 A.M. "Well she certainly kept her word about this being safe," you thought to yourself. You tumble backward as the gravity in your world shifts as Uzi sits up and yawns.

"Ugh. Morning again. At least no one's around. As much as I want Y/N to be here. I bet their cuddles would be world-class." Uzi stood up and walked around. You smirked and tried to stifle a laugh. "I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something."

You then get a bright idea and put all your effort into pushing outwards. Uzi froze feeling something in her stomach moving. She looked down in shock and placed a hand on her abdomen. "What the—" Uzi then blushed as she remembered the night before and how she ate you.

"Oh my robo-God, Y/N! How much did you hear?!" You begin to laugh out loud and stop pushing on Uzi's stomach. "Everything, Uzi, everything. And yes, my cuddles are world-class!" Uzi blushed and yelled, "Okay, Y/N! I was going to let you out, but now I don't wanna!" "Aww, please?" You playfully plead with her as she begins to walk to her bathroom to begin her day. "No." "Please?" No!" This goes on while Uzi brushes her teeth and puts on her clothes. She then walks back into her room.

"Pretty please with coal dust on top?"

Uzi stopped for a second before walking again. "Fine." You cheer before she continues, "Tomorrow."

"Aww, what?"

"Want to make it a week?"

"Fine. I'll wait for you to let me out." Uzi walks to her door and locks it. "Good. Now then, how about a dance party?"

ForTheLoveOfDeadDove's Freaky Friday Drabble Prompt List

Pick up to three prompts, select a universe (Netflix's The Witcher or The Hobbit/LotR, or my AU's House of Rivia or The Magnificent Centuries), some characters, and a scenario you'd like to see me write something freaky about.

Specify the stuff that matters to you in your prompt - tone (sexy, scary, etc), ending style (happy/dark/ambiguous), and so on and so forth. If you send me a message that says "8, 11, 22, The Hobbit, Thorin/Kili" but nothing else, I'll assume it's fine to pick the themes myself. If you want to see something specific, please note it clearly.

free use

underage/age gap/grooming

trafficking

incest

rape (anywhere from unenthusiastic consent to no consent)

cheating

cuckolding

breeding

fucked up power dynamics

exhibitionism/voyeurism

payment (sex in return for a service/favor/money)

somnophilia

stealth sex

outdoor sex (tent camping, beach, campfire side, etc)

fuck-or-die (aphrodisiac, magic, fuck-or-we-kill-you/them, etc)

rejection/misunderstandings/whump

hijinks/shenanigans/tomfoolery

under-the-influence

water (ocean, lake, pool, hot tub, shower, bathtub, rain)

group sex

jealousy

omegaverse

virginity fixation

sexual slavery

Things I'll sprinkle a li'l of on top (won't go hard or super graphic):

A. non-human B. violence/murder /torture C. bdsm

Do not ask for scat, gore/vore, or emetophilia. No judgement, I just wouldn't be able to write it competently (just like BDSM, but I try to get away with it anyway).

These can be murky waters to traverse, and I may turn you down if I'm not equal to the prompt or just can't go there. No offense! If I can, I'll try and get as close as I can rather than turn you down.

Prompt request fulfillments will be posted on Freaky Fridays. Prompt request spaces TBD. Submissions will roll over, so if I don't get to it immediately, there's a chance it might be coming down the smutty pipeline.

@do-androids-dream-ao3acc thank you for your kind assistance in helping me put this together!! I thank The Void everyday for Online-Germans.