Rant

I like the contrast between willing and unwilling prey. For example;

A willing prey (me) responding to the ‘threat’ of getting eaten is more: *cheery* “ooo, what seasoning? I go well with paprika.” And will likely be insulted for tasting bad, like a generational levels of insulted.

While an unwilling prey responding to the same threat: *trembling* “Please don’t eat me! I assure you I do not taste good, like at all.” And likely will be relieved at being told that they taste bad.

P.s don’ tell anyone this but I like the combination of unwilling prey but secretly wants to get eaten. Scrumptious!

Excluding many, I have two moods

“Eat me! Please, I beg you” / “your tummy looks so comfy, I want in.”

Or

“You look soo delicious, I could just eat you up”

Part 2

Once learning that this day wasn’t going to be his last, he decides to have a nap hoping that when he wakes it was a dream. Suprisingly, he falls asleep far faster than he ever had before given the smoothing ambiance and message in the stomach of the giant. As he fades to sleep, he thought that this is quite nice but dismisses as it is as absurd as one could imagine. Whilst he rests, his brother Billy, still in distress and disbelief, is soothed by the giant — who is also panicking, though hiding it. After a few tens of minutes, they plan on what to do next and they decide to go back to town, however risky that is. During the short journey, only a few hours now, they chat on how to handle the townsfolk and make sure they don’t overreact.

In the meantime, Sarah — unaware of what transpired — goes shopping trying to find some textiles that would go with the outfit in her sketchbook. As the shops were closed, she headed to the owners home to see if she could get it there. As she was about to open the door, she see’s a large humanoid creature in her periphery. Freaked, she jolts her head towards it, hoping it was merely a trick of the eyes, using her binoculars in her backpack she sees Billy atop the giants shoulder but not Floyd. Concerned on Floyd’s whereabouts, Sarah rushes to inform her father (the mayor) about the urgent matter. With the help of the local authorities she gets to the others.

Billy, noticing the town approaching, tells him to stop to avoid uproar. Soon after, he notices Sarah approaching, and tells him to lower him down. With the two together, Billy informs them of the matter. It goes as follows;

Billy crying and with a crackly voice: “I don’t know how to say this, but whatever you do, don’t panic. We have a lot more time than you might think.”

Sarah stirn yet distressed: “where is your brother?”

Billy barely believing it himself utters: “he... uhhh… got swallowed by the giant”

Sarah in shock: “what!? FUCK!!!” Trying to keep it together “how long does he have?! How do we get him out?!”

The giant overhearing the conversation responds “minimum three weeks, but as long as I keep swallowing the supplies, until he dies of old age. Maybe not event that”

Billy and Sarah both confused: “how in the hell does that work?! He should be dead in hours”

The giant: “that’s a long story”

During that time, the officers that overheard the conversation, look at each other with panicked faces. And realise that someone is going to have to climb into their mouth and go down his throat to secure the other. And agree without uttering a word that they are not doing that. Billy realising that too, volunteers if that is what they decide to do. Privately, the giant is excited at the premise of swallowing more prey as he used to do that to help his tribal friends heal from wounds that they couldn’t handle back in his day and boy did he find quite delicious. He even gave them nicknames based on their taste, like cookie, or sugar. Not knowing how much time has passed he hid them in fear of losing potential friends.

As the others return to town, the giant waits amongst the nearby mountain valley.

There is something to the genre of ‘the tumblr ad’ that is just so [scrunched face]

Do you ever experience “typical moth behaviour”. Just like seems a glowy thing and having the irresistible urge to go and touch/watch it. E.g lava, lamps and etcetera.

serious post + rant

One of the main reasons I prefer tumblr over all other social media platforms; is the anonymity. I don’t get bombarded with people who I have irl relations with. I’d rather them not know what I do over the internet (especially here), as I like a sense of privacy.

Anyways, to the main point of the post, it is also kind of a bummer. The sense of privacy and anonymity this service provides for this community is something I adore. Saying that, it still feels somewhat isolating, as I have no idea who any of you are. And, I have no irl people who share the same interests (generally, too).

One idea, which I considered then came to refuse its application, is basically joining a irl version of this. I initially liked it, as it would solve that issue. However, then I came to detest it as my anxiety took hold, there was no anonymity. Anything could happen, I deemed it too much of a risk.

Does any of this, resonate with you?

Rant

One opinion that I’ve heard, does “slightly” pee me off; all vore is sexual. This feels like projection and is quite frankly a dumb premise. It’s like stating that all beach selfies are just porn, just because you, yourself, consume it as such. This itself is another rant. This is obviously false, they — not just beach selfies, but all “content” — are just an expression of author, artist etc. and focus on their feelings. Plus, I believe, through exposure, that there are no limits to human “creativity” in how they cope with problems, so why on earth does something that you find to be porn, mean that others enjoy it in the same way. It annoys me so much. although, saying that I hope they change their mind, since I delusion-ally believe in best in others.

“Just” seen a play through of ‘mouthwashing’, props to the devs, made a FUCKING masterpiece.

sometimes you just need want to get eated by your wife in field of flowers and relax and cuddle and-

Preys when their Pred with sharp teeth bites down a little too hard: