Hi, I'm Chell, I am an adult (21+), and I write soft nonsexual vore (and lots of other things but that's what will probably be focused on here). Any pronouns are acceptable, and my current hyperfixation is I.ron L.ung, so I'll be posting a lot about that.
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Masterlist:
I Expect You to Vore
On Camera (borrower AU, unwilling with thoughts of fatal)
Perfect Fit (borrower AU, consensual fearplay)
Seafood Dinner (mer AU, reluctant pred and unwilling prey)
Dragonheart (fantasy AU, willing pred and prey)
A Rock and a Soft Place (canon divergence, unwilling with thoughts of fatal)
Light in the Deep (mer AU, unwilling with mention of fatal)
A Sunless Place (urban fantasy monster hunter AU, willing protective pred & prey)
A Starlit Night (sequel to A Sunless Place)
Ambrosia (gods au, angsty hurt/comfort, no vore)
Communion (gods au, follow up to Ambrosia, unwilling-to-willing vore)
I don't think Simon would've ever eaten meat. He was born on Mars, and even ~350 years after first colonization the atmosphere wouldn't be breathable so any colonies would have to be in domes (there WOULD be equivalent air pressure, just probably not enough oxygen yet). Meaning space is too limited for livestock, and on a space station even more so. Any protein in his diet would've most likely been insect or plant based, though I could see small poultry like quail being an option. And without livestock he's probably also lactose intolerant since he wouldn't have access to dairy either.
I also don't think either Eden or the COI would be above spreading propaganda about the other group. There's a lot of options, but the really fun one for the topic at hand is that Edenites are cannibals. All that shit about feeding bodies to the Last Tree is just an obfuscation.
(granted. The reality is they're only one step removed. Using corpses as fertilizer to grow food rather than eating them directly is just more efficient.)
Anyways. Really fun thoughts to consider in conjunction with vore content.
I don't think Simon would've ever eaten meat. He was born on Mars, and even ~350 years after first colonization the atmosphere wouldn't be breathable so any colonies would have to be in domes (there WOULD be equivalent air pressure, just probably not enough oxygen yet). Meaning space is too limited for livestock, and on a space station even more so. Any protein in his diet would've most likely been insect or plant based, though I could see small poultry like quail being an option. And without livestock he's probably also lactose intolerant since he wouldn't have access to dairy either.
I also don't think either Eden or the COI would be above spreading propaganda about the other group. There's a lot of options, but the really fun one for the topic at hand is that Edenites are cannibals. All that shit about feeding bodies to the Last Tree is just an obfuscation.
(granted. The reality is they're only one step removed. Using corpses as fertilizer to grow food rather than eating them directly is just more efficient.)
Anyways. Really fun thoughts to consider in conjunction with vore content.
BloodyMary vore you say? 👀👀👀 With size shifting Grace?
Personally I feel that Grace would be a fantastic nervous, hesitant predator. He's only gonna, you know, swallow you if you're okay with it. He's not going to ask you to do something you don't want. Just ignore him.
Simon. Meanwhile, is still full of prey animal "I may die but I'll bring you down with me" fear. He's looking at a potential predator LIKE a potential predator.
But I wanna hear your thoughts on that potential dynamic.
Ooo okay wait I love those I love those so much?? You have such a big brain and funnily enough, it’s like. Both aligned with and opposite of my brain.
Like
I have lots of thoughts for both of them both in their own individual canon and in crossover stuff so bear with me here cause idk how much I’m about it yap but it might be a lot. Using this ask as an excuse to tell you guys all about my general au ideas yes🙂↕️
Anyways spoilers for both movies so. Be warned yea
As a general excuse for vore stuff in more like, modern-ish settings, I’ve been toying with the idea of there being a specific gene found in maybe 20-30% of the human population (inspired in part by the coma gene in the PHM book) that allows the affected individual to shrink both themself and others and to have some amount of measured control over certain internal functions. The shrinking process itself also accounts for stuff like ability to process the 15% or so oxygen that’s generally in the stomach and density based acid resistance. The how and why of this gene’s evolutionary development is still very much debated by the scientific community, and as of the time PHM takes place its purpose still widely unknown.
So! As you might have guessed. I have given this gene to Ryland because of course I have. It’s kinda viewed as like, an odd quirk like light sensitive sneezing or hyper mobility. Interesting and maybe a cool party trick, but also not horribly noteworthy outside of maybe a science class demonstration. The government is fully aware he’s got it since it is a useful ability, but there’s not a lot of reason for Mr Dr. Grace to use it, so it’s mostly just a bit of extra paperwork. (I’m tempted to let him grow too, but that would be a whole other can of worms lol)
Ryland probably sees himself as more prey aligned, but he’s an even switch to me who doesn’t exactly mind being on the pred end of things either. The trouble is finding someone he’d be close enough to do that with. He’s threatened to eat someone once or twice maybe when emotions get high, but it’s not something he’d ever follow through on. More along the lines of calling people names than a real threat. Stratt likely HAS threatened to eat him before, because look, book Stratt is wayy less kind to Grace than her movie counterpart and she would definitely threaten that, but she likely wouldn’t follow through either. The threat alone is enough to scare Grace into cooperating. He’s been known to shrink when startled and that makes dragging him around easy. No eating required.
Now, I think there is some possibility of Ryland having messed around with his abilities a little with the crew since he did spend quite a bit of time with them, and I think DuBois, Shapiro, and Ilyukhina specifically would be pretty interested in what he can do, especially when it comes to eating people. There’d be lots of curiosity and little experiments and maybe even ‘crew bonding exercises’ if they can manage to talk Yao into participating.
Either way, Grace does enjoy it. He likes the science of it and it’s fun being so close to people, whether he’s the one eating them or being eaten. Again, it’s not something he does often, but I think it would be something he’d miss for sure once it was something he couldn’t do.
Also I have gotta confess that the only thought in my head for most of the movie was just “I have never seen a man more edible in my life. Being eaten would so fix him” so do with that what you will.
Simon is a little tricker to work with tbh because there’s no easy way I could give him a shifter anything without it being exploited by the COI. But in my heart. He’s also a switch. Like, pred leaning but in the sense of that’s his preference, while in reality he’s a bit more preyish.
I want to give him the same gene Grace has. Something almost no one has after the Quiet Rapture. Heck, he might be the only one left with it because of how rare it is and how few people there are anymore. Regardless, I don’t think many people, if any, know he has it. It’s a very tightly kept secret on his part, and it’s not something that could be triggered emotionally because of how tight a lid he keeps on himself. Sure he’s got outbursts and is even capable of being shockingly vulnerable at times (like admitting when he’s scared, which genuinely surprised me), but emotion triggered shifts could be life threatening, so those are kept veryyy contained. He’s never really been presented with the opportunity to freely use his shifting abilities either, so I think they’re honestly not even in the forefront of his mind.
I really love your analysis of him as a desperate prey animal because he does feel a bit like that to me too. He’s dangerous and maybe even hostile, not because he wants to be, but because he’s cornered and feels like he has no choice other than to lash out and hurt others before they can hurt him. And despite all of that, he still seems to care a lot about people and feel a lot of guilt over the resulting hurt he causes. Physical hurt that is. I’m not sure how much he cares about emotional hurt honestly. Probably not much.
Anyways, I’ve been toying a lot with the concept of Simon pulled up out of the blood last minute, mutated but alive, and having gained the ability to absorb and process radiation after his extended exposure. Something about the blood giving him a way to survive the definite radiation poisoning he’d have gotten otherwise lol. I’m not sure how everything would go exactly, but I’m so fascinated by the concept of him being used as like…a cure for the whole camera incident. Forced to swallow a person (probably Jack tbh, tho I think Ava and David got hit too) and deal with the invasive wrongness of it all because it’s what they need him to do to reverse the damage he did. It’s life or death because of how badly irradiated Jack is, and once again, Simon doesn’t get a say. He’s gone from convict to useful tool, and it’s not much of an improvement. At least he’s not getting put back in the ocean.
Now, putting Simon and Grace together definitely wouldn’t result in a speedy bonding process. Would probably take months for Simon to be comfortable with casual physical contact, let alone participating in whatever you wanna call the uh, eat people thing. But Grace…Grace craves it. He won’t talk about it a lot unless asked, but he does sincerely miss the feeling of being so close to another person, and the desire to curl up and hide inside someone has only been growing the whole time he’s been in space. It’s a little gross sure he’ll concede that, but it’s also secure; something he desperately needs. Simon would also benefit from eating someone of his own volition too I think. It puts him in a vulnerable position yes, but one he’s still very much in control of, and I think that would be good. He’d know it’s something Grace wants, but he’s also not being pressured into anything. Ryland probably doesn’t even thinks Simon would ever indulge him anyways, so the first time Simon offers…it’s a pretty big thing for both of them. Of course, Simon would for sure try and downplay the significance, but I don’t think Grace would mind that. Gives him a little more space for his own nervous rambling anyways since Simon isn’t much of a talker.
Now. Do I think they’d switch roles eventually? Yes. Do I think it would take a WHILE to get to that point? Also yes. Grace doesn’t wanna risk his insides getting shredded and Simon isn’t the biggest fan of uh, hot, dark, enclosed spaces for. Obvious reasons. But they would get comfortable enough to try and even like it I think. Maybe it wouldn’t be the most common thing for either of them, but it’s not bad either. A nice change of pace.
Wow okay that’s a lot so I’m gonna end this now, but do know I’ve got a million and one thoughts about them yeah. And also Rocky! I’ve got plans for him too because I love him and excluding him is bad
Putting my praise under a cut because it contains heavy iron lung spoilers
A mutated radiation eater Simon being fished out and used by the coi to cure radiation poisoning is PEAK unwilling pred. Literally continues to be a tool for a Greater Good when all he wants is to live.
In a way this is a good thing. He's paying penance for his actions with the camera. And he's fed. He's full for the first time in so so long. (Radiation processed into energy by his body. Stomach feeling full from the person inside) But at What Fucking Cost?
"You should create for yourself" and "it's okay to feel discouraged when creating your own original projects if no one interacts with them" are two sentences that should be able to co-exist with each other
On the one hand, you should kill that capitalist in your head that tells you to make art only for the enjoyment of other people. On the other hand, it's totally fine to be disappointed that you spent hours or even days on something that only got 4 notes. You can feel both ways.
Scraping his throat raw, the sounds of desperate pleading still echoing in his ears.
It's been a long time since he's had to ignore someone begging for their life.
The worst part is, he knows it won't do much.
He's starved before—the Consolidation wouldn't feed anyone who didn't work. He held out a week before giving in, too proud to debase himself but too desperate to survive to commit. A single mouthful won't fix the trembling weakness in his limbs, but it would ease the pain enough for him to stand. Enough to maybe, maybe get back in contact with the ship, beg them to bring him back up—he's done, he's not going back down, they can throw him in a cell to rot until the last stations fall apart because this isn't worth it.
"I'm sorry." His voice is hoarse, and the feeling of something in his stomach makes him nauseous. "I'm sorry- but it was either this or both of us die."
He pushes to his feet, hand on the wall for balance as he trudges back towards the console. Shudders at the feeling of movement, and tries not to gag at the sudden fireworks it sends down his spine. It should be nauseating. It shouldn't feel good.
They're shaking, pressed in the corner as far as they can get from him. Not that he can blame them.
Not after what he did.
But there's no way for them to escape, the walls are solid and door sealed. Just another cell, but at least they gave him more food this time.
He eats quickly, like he usually does, a habit born of scarcity and knowing what starvation feels like. But halfway through he pauses. Breaks a small piece off of the ration bar. Clears his throat—they startle at the sound.
"... Here." Tossing it lightly in their direction, he winces as they flinch, shoving themself against the wall like they could melt into it if only they tried hard enough. "I-"
It's not enough. Nothing would ever be enough to make up for what he did. But it got him out alive—got them both out alive. Somehow.
So instead he looks away from them, hunching his shoulders as he finishes eating. Tucks his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around himself. The room is cold, far colder than the sub cabin had been, and he's still drenched in sweat.
Shit, if he's cold, then-
He doesn't move, but his eyes flick towards them. They've eaten some of the piece he'd given them at least, but it had been bigger than their head. And they're shaking, badly enough he can see it from this distance.
Fuck.
Inhaling sharply, he uncurls himself from his huddle. It's not like there's any blankets or anything, and being too cold can be dangerous. He's the only source of heat in here right now.
They freeze when he moves. Press themself further back into the cold steel of the corner as he reaches for them, completely still as if it'll hide them.
They only start to struggle when he scoops them up, before letting out a sharp yelp as his thumb brushes their side.
He goes still, immediately lifting any pressure he might've put on them—before a sudden jolt of nausea hits him.
Their shirt had ridden up some from their movements, and he can see dark bruises in the shape of fingerprints on their skin.
He already knows they'll match his own hand perfectly.
A strangled whine pulls him out of his silent contemplation. They're staring at him, eyes wide in terror and utterly still.
"I'm not-" He starts, before cutting himself off.
Not what? Not going to hurt them? He'd already done that.
"... You looked cold." Somehow that makes them go even more still, tiny body completely rigid and hardly even breathing. He's never been good at this—being comforting, being gentle. Hands wrapped too tight around the handle of a blade to offer any affectionate touch.
But he tries. Brushing his thumb so, so carefully against their shoulder as he pulls them close, cups his hands to his chest and curls around them.
They shudder, squirming for a moment, before letting out a little whine and slumping into his hold.
"... I'm sorry. For-" It's too much to even put into words. Makes him nauseous, but he's loathe to lose the first truly filling meal he's had in years.
"I'm sorry. But- it got us both out alive. So. Thank you."
Scraping his throat raw, the sounds of desperate pleading still echoing in his ears.
It's been a long time since he's had to ignore someone begging for their life.
The worst part is, he knows it won't do much.
He's starved before—the Consolidation wouldn't feed anyone who didn't work. He held out a week before giving in, too proud to debase himself but too desperate to survive to commit. A single mouthful won't fix the trembling weakness in his limbs, but it would ease the pain enough for him to stand. Enough to maybe, maybe get back in contact with the ship, beg them to bring him back up—he's done, he's not going back down, they can throw him in a cell to rot until the last stations fall apart because this isn't worth it.
"I'm sorry." His voice is hoarse, and the feeling of something in his stomach makes him nauseous. "I'm sorry- but it was either this or both of us die."
He pushes to his feet, hand on the wall for balance as he trudges back towards the console. Shudders at the feeling of movement, and tries not to gag at the sudden fireworks it sends down his spine. It should be nauseating. It shouldn't feel good.
They're shaking, pressed in the corner as far as they can get from him. Not that he can blame them.
Not after what he did.
But there's no way for them to escape, the walls are solid and door sealed. Just another cell, but at least they gave him more food this time.
He eats quickly, like he usually does, a habit born of scarcity and knowing what starvation feels like. But halfway through he pauses. Breaks a small piece off of the ration bar. Clears his throat—they startle at the sound.
"... Here." Tossing it lightly in their direction, he winces as they flinch, shoving themself against the wall like they could melt into it if only they tried hard enough. "I-"
It's not enough. Nothing would ever be enough to make up for what he did. But it got him out alive—got them both out alive. Somehow.
So instead he looks away from them, hunching his shoulders as he finishes eating. Tucks his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around himself. The room is cold, far colder than the sub cabin had been, and he's still drenched in sweat.
Shit, if he's cold, then-
He doesn't move, but his eyes flick towards them. They've eaten some of the piece he'd given them at least, but it had been bigger than their head. And they're shaking, badly enough he can see it from this distance.
Fuck.
Inhaling sharply, he uncurls himself from his huddle. It's not like there's any blankets or anything, and being too cold can be dangerous. He's the only source of heat in here right now.
They freeze when he moves. Press themself further back into the cold steel of the corner as he reaches for them, completely still as if it'll hide them.
They only start to struggle when he scoops them up, before letting out a sharp yelp as his thumb brushes their side.
He goes still, immediately lifting any pressure he might've put on them—before a sudden jolt of nausea hits him.
Their shirt had ridden up some from their movements, and he can see dark bruises in the shape of fingerprints on their skin.
He already knows they'll match his own hand perfectly.
A strangled whine pulls him out of his silent contemplation. They're staring at him, eyes wide in terror and utterly still.
"I'm not-" He starts, before cutting himself off.
Not what? Not going to hurt them? He'd already done that.
"... You looked cold." Somehow that makes them go even more still, tiny body completely rigid and hardly even breathing. He's never been good at this—being comforting, being gentle. Hands wrapped too tight around the handle of a blade to offer any affectionate touch.
But he tries. Brushing his thumb so, so carefully against their shoulder as he pulls them close, cups his hands to his chest and curls around them.
They shudder, squirming for a moment, before letting out a little whine and slumping into his hold.
"... I'm sorry. For-" It's too much to even put into words. Makes him nauseous, but he's loathe to lose the first truly filling meal he's had in years.
"I'm sorry. But- it got us both out alive. So. Thank you."
