Surprised to see the lack of willing human sacrifices to Jin. Is this probably a good thing?
I’m having Jin answer this in my place ;D
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Surprised to see the lack of willing human sacrifices to Jin. Is this probably a good thing?
I’m having Jin answer this in my place ;D
oh no nommy-mog deactivated? ;;;;;;
*buries head into the ground*
Yeap…something I drew before they actually started their relationship.
Continuation of the previous one here?
Jin seems determined to play around for a bit :’)
No worries, you don't need to rush back in ;w; We will always be around whenever you decide to engage and post ideas :D
:) thank youuuu I’m glad to have come back to many good posts too ^^
Day 3: Theft
[prompt list]
Kip is… not very stealthy. This seems to transcend medium
Imagine...
Tinies as spies!
They could creep through walls and vents, hide in near-invisible crevices, and collect clues while staying unnoticed from whatever criminal mastermind they’re stalking. No one would be able to catch something that’s only a few inches tall (unless they found a way to up their security measures…which could get pretty bad on the tiny’s part)!
Finally done~
One down, two to go. 😆
Glad to see you're doing well!!!
thank you >w<!!!!
Hydrangea
A pred and prey are having an argument. It goes on for so long that the pred eventually gets tired and frustrated and just swallows the prey whole. The pred’s really mad about that so they flail around and kick and punch inside the stomach. The pred winces but figures they’ll wear out eventually.
An hour later, and the pred is still hunched over hugging their stomach, looking very pale. Another person asks them, “Hey, are you sick?”
The pred responds, “I made the mistake of eating something that didn’t agree with me.”
tiny……….
Some things that happened while I was gone
- I associate the Japanese word “うまい” (umai) with food that tastes really good (or as “slang” for おいしい oishii), but I’ve recently learned it is used in other good circumstances too, but imagine my surprise when I told a coworker that I wanted to study Japanese more until I’m nearly fluent and he responded “絶対にうまくなるよ” (You’ll definitely get better) using the word “うまい” (which I interpreted as “You’ll definitely get tastier”) AJSDKFLAJ BYE
- I usually type the first three letters to a url and expect my browser to finish it for me but tumblr isn’t in my browser history rn (I often use it incognito) so I keep getting google searches for “tum” and, well, that’s fun
- I’m not That Smol but why is it that I kept getting told that I was so tiny? (help >w<)
Oh vortune teller, I pick Candy!
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Hope you're doing well! It was awesome to see another vore story from you, no matter how short, and to see you post again ;w; Much love and support!
!!! Thank you! I’m so sorry I disappeared after posting again but thank you for this message, it made me soft and ;u; <3
Seconds
There is always that second before he swallows that he hesitates. That second in which he pauses, the tip of his tongue pressing a bit too hard against his palate like he trusts himself and like he doesn’t trust himself. Like he’s telling himself that he can do this. Like he’s regretting it in advance. That second in which you panic. You can feel that he’s going to do it, even when you told him not to. You can feel him preparing, and you can feel yourself sliding in that direction against your will, and even if you call out to him, you know he’s going to do it. He always does it.
And the second seems to stretch for an entirety and yet last not long enough, as you find yourself slipping backwards with a yelp, reaching out for anything to slow your descent, until you’re pushed into his tight, slimy throat, and dragged down, down, down…
Then he lets out a relieved sigh when you arrive in his stomach, as though he didn’t trust himself, and also as though he did. Perhaps it’s you he didn’t trust, didn’t trust you enough to let you be pulled into the parts of him that no one else has seen before, and didn’t trust you enough to not hurt him in such a vulnerable state. But you know he trusts you. And he knows you trust him. Otherwise you wouldn’t willingly climb into his mouth day after day, even when you know he’s going to swallow, and you’ll see your life flash before your eyes in that second. You’ll regret it in that second. You’ll be swallowed in that second. And it’s why he lets you inside, down into the deepest parts of him, and why he places his hand on top of his stomach when you’re in it, comforting you in a way that he can’t when you’re in his mouth, and lets you listen to his heartbeat.
It’s why this works, you and him, him and you. You in his stomach, and him, trying not to giggle as you wriggle around in there, protesting this unfortunate turn of events.
(You think he likes it. That’s why he keeps swallowing you, even when you tell him not to.)
But he knows you’ll settle down eventually, that you’ll curl up in the warmth of his stomach and forget that you ever detested being swallowed. And you know that he’ll let you out in the morning, give you a lot of attention so you’ll stop acting mad at him, and tell you that it was an accident. Then he’ll smile, he’ll act shy, and he’ll tell you that he liked it with you inside, and that alone is enough to make it worth it. And you both know that you’ll end up in his mouth once more, between his lips, curled up on top of his tongue, until that second comes before he swallows you.
He says he does it because he knows you like it, even though you know you don’t, yet you find yourself getting comfortable in this place that has become too familiar, dozing off in the heat to the sound of his heartbeat, trapped within him and not exactly wanting to leave.
There’s always that second before he swallows that he hesitates.
That second in which he’s telling you that it’s okay.
Trust me.
I’m with you.
You’re fine.
I promise.
And it’s in that second that you let yourself go.
*Paps you with my finger* How are you?
*papped*I’m okay, drowning under work and lack of motivation and slowly sinking back into the void, but otherwise quite lovely. Feeling smol today, which is a good thing.I hope you’re doing well too ♡