Art dump of all the random doodles that I’ve collected but didnt feel like making pretty or were too cringe for their own post
A lot of them are from the hermit vore discord but have nothing to do with hermitcraft. Except the seaspeaker one and the voreception empires one we were fucking around with lol; they’re like nesting dolls
Okay this is one I already sketched once so I know it’s a good idea: scar & Jim during the first session of wl where all the size stuff is going on, Jim is all small and scar is pretty big and there’s a ton of mobs around. Scar is scared of Jim getting hurt and needs to keep an eye on him while he fights so he pops him in his mouth. At this point it’s either just him being squished by tongue or maybe an explosion knocks scar over and he gets thrown into his throat
Scar grunted as another skeleton shot him, he turned and pushed it off the mountain with his shield, quickly turning back to the cherry forrest to look for Jimmy. The two had been playing around with the sizes while climbing the mountain and neither had realized the sun was going down until they'd made it to the top- Jimmy had gone down to the smallest height last Scar remembered, and with these mobs he was worried the other wouldn't be able to grow back soon enough. Scar felt a pit form in his stomach as he heard a small, squeaked out yelp from the other- guilt invaded his mind over having been separated from his smaller companion.
"I'm coming Jim!" He called out, using a stone axe to cut a zombie's chest, only having just noticed it from it's groan. He took a few deep breaths and looked around more, eyes on the ground- there. Hiding amongst some fallen cherry blossoms was Jimmy, looking up at a quickly approaching mob. Scar waisted no time as he rushed over and crouched above Tim, his shield raised against a spider. "You doing okay?"
"Not- not really-" Jimmy stuttered out, looking up at his friend with big brown eyes full of fear. Scar sighed and grabbed Jimmy with his free hand, he pushed the spider back again and quickly backed up. He held Jimmy to his chest as he took deep breaths, his heart pounding as he looked at the mobs surrounding them.
He couldn't fight them and protect Jimmy at the same time. He needed both hands, his shield to ward off mobs, and his sword to actually kill them. He couldn't do that while holding Jimmy. Scar's mind raced as his eyes flew rapidly between mobs that were steadily getting closer- until an idea came to him. He took a thick gulp, feeling a bit nervous, but what else could he do?
"Sorry Tim-" He said, and before the smaller could question it, he was shoving Jimmy inside of his mouth.
Jimmy yelped as he was practically thrown into a dark, wet maw. He squirmed, trying to push himself up but was met with the roof of Scar's mouth- which got much closer when the tongue under him pressed up. Jimmy let out a small gasp as his hands slipped on saliva, and his belly was pressed against a slimey muscle that pressed him against a hard pallet. He both heard and felt a swallow ahead of him, the tongue squishing more and doing a wave motion, leading to a loud 'gllk' as some of the spit got sucked into the fleshy tunnel Jimmy couldn't see.
Tim shivered as the reality of the situation pressed down on him. He was inside Scar's mouth, and he had no way out.
He tried to squirm a bit more, but was met with a soft exhale of warm air, adding to the humidity of the "room". He shivered a bit, remembering the mobs he took a second to think- Scar wouldn't just eat him for no reason right? He listened close, and sure enough he could hear a rapid, but faint heartbeat from below, followed now by a few grunts from the giant.
That was it, Scar was fighting the mobs and Jimmy was supposed to be safe in his mouth- although it didn't feel like the safe option, he guessed it was better than nothing. Jim sighed and tried to relax, pressing into the tongue a bit more as he focused on the sound of Scar's breathing. There wasn't much else he could do but wait, so that's what he did.
Hello the small but amazing g/t mcyt vore community 👋
The tired thoughts have won, so I'ma gonna make a new username and a new blog and post this before I come to my senses.
I'm (checks blog username) Eldritch, for now, I guess, and I am mildly terrified. Please help me. May I get a tour of the do's and don't's in regards to fending off nsfw blogs? ;-;
I may or may not have written a vore fic of my favorite ship because I needed to see them being cute (and one of them eating the other), but I never do anything in easy simply ways. So, I did a bit of world building just for this idea to work properly in my head and I wanted to post my notes for it before I post the first part of the fic.
Partly because I've been in the SFW vore space as a lurker for years and have never provided anything until today, so if anyone feels inspired and wants to use this concept for any of their works feel free too!
I do ask that if you do use this concept that you tag it "too little too much" or tag me so I can see it! I'm always craving content. (I don't have a pinned post yet, but pls don't tag me in anything sexual/fetish/hard vore/etc., I am asexual and enjoy vore for the comfort aspect and don't view it as something sexual.)
Anyway, without further ado concept under the cut!
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There is an imbalance in this world. No one is normal sized, they're either too big or too little. The two groups identify themselves as giants and tinies respectively.
Tinies are often nomadic, travel in groups and are often untrusting of giants. Giants will stay in small communities, in one place, and more often then not feel they are above their smaller counterparts consequently resulting in the untrust of tinies. Despite the feelings towards each other, tinies and giants are bound together and must rely upon each other.
With Giants being too big they are unable to produce enough energy for themselves. Giants are forced to sleep more often in order to have enough energy to function properly. During the summer they will find themselves having more wakeful moments but once colder months come around, giants will go into a hibernation that results in brief moments of consciousness every day, lasting 30 minutes to an hour, just long enough to eat and drink before their lack of energy forces them back into unconsciousness. Giants often die in hibernation when they do not properly set up a way to stay warm or if they don't prepare enough food or water.
Then, with tinies being so small, they produce too much energy for themselves. Tinies are afflicted with insomnia, especially during warmer months. They are unable to sleep and this can have an affect on their psyche. During summer months if tinies don't stay active this energy may become too much for them, like how too much adrenaline can kill a person, so too can an accumulation of energy within a tiny. This is why tinies are nomadic and are constantly moving. During colder months tinies can manage more moments of sleep and will often move into the walls of a giant's homes. As tinies are much more susceptible to the cold and unable to travel through it. Giant homes are often kept warm and tinies are drawn to them due to the inherent connection between giant and tiny.
Once it begins to warm up and the snow melts, tinies will leave as soon as possible too avoid being seen by the giants.
It's a difficult life for both giant and tiny, but evolution had provided them a solution. Every giant and tiny has a soulmate or two of their opposing size. The soulmates energies are intrinsically intertwined, and if one is able to find their soulmate they can balance their energy levels. The giant can take the overwhelming energy a tiny produces, and the tiny can provide for the lack of energy giants produce, allowing the energy levels of both giant and tiny to be normalized.
Unfortunately, the only way for this to work is considered quite unsavory and only furthers the mistrust tinies have of giants. In order for the energy of a tiny to transfer to a giant, the tiny must be as close to the core of a giant as possible. In more technical terms, a giant must swallow their tiny soulmate and the transfer occurs whilst the tiny is in the giant's stomach. Giants have evolved to be unable to digest living breathing things. The only things giants "digest" from a tiny, is their energy.
This transfer can only occur between soulmates, so majority of giants don't make it common practice to just swallow any tiny they see. Especially, since consuming a tiny that is not a giant's soulmate can result in unpleasant side effects: nausea, stomachache, headache, dizziness, etc. Effects vary depending on giant and tiny. Tinies are relatively unaffected if swallowed by a giant that is not their soulmate.
There are quite obvious signs when one has met their soulmate. Both will have instinctual feelings towards their soultie.
The tiny feels a compulsion to be near and stay near their giant soulmate as they feel nowhere else can possibly be as safe or comfortable then with their soulmate. Sometimes simply being near them won't feel like enough and the tiny will want to be as close as possible to their giant soulmate, often times initiating the process to transfer energy themselves. This often occurs during summer months when more energy accumulates in the tiny and they wish for a way to be rid of it.
The giant feels the need to protect and care for their tiny soulmate. They also may feel a craving for the tiny, craving the energy that only they can provide to them similar to a way one would crave certain types of food when lacking in certain nutrients or water when dehydrated. This feeling is amplified during winter months when their energy is at its lowest.
Culturally in tiny communities, it is actually frowned upon to even want to stay with your soulmate if you do find them. Tinies view it as giving up who you are to act as an energy source for a giant. This is a common misconception as both tiny and giant do benefit from this exchange. Tinies often assume giants are selfish and do everything for their own gain, also a common misconception as only few giants are such.
The concept of soulmates isn't frowned upon in giant communities. Despite some giants being unkind or uncaring for tinies, there are communities that do treat tinies as equals and often try to be safe spaces for tinies that pass through for winter. Most giants look forward to the day they may meet their tiny soulmate(s).
Extra notes: I did forget to mention that the whole "soulmate" concept isn't really meant to be romantic in a lot instances, it really is just that their energies are tied together. I intend for it to be used in a lot of platonic instances as well.
Extra Extra notes: I also intend for my own personal Au to have poly relationships so it's possible for one individual to have more than one soulmate! This was decided after I had written all of this out and I edited it slightly to signify that, but I figured I'd point it out here.
Reminder: If you do choose to use this concept, I would love if you tagged it "Too little Too much" or tagged me in it!
I shall post the fic I have written later, so keep a look out for that, and I will eventually post more about my own au later.
Check tags to see what fandom it's for! The soulmate idea did come from a specific series... Can you guess what ship I intend for my fic?
Part 1
Ao3 Link
Word Count: 2.4k
Character(s): Joel, Xisuma, Doc, Cub, Zed
Summary: After the failed mansion raid, Joel heads to the medical bay, and Doc helps him. But what is he supposed to do with the admin still inside him?
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Joel winced as Doc poked at his shoulder injury, and Doc gave him an unimpressed look.
“Seriously, Joel? Putting yourself in a dangerous situation, alone, no less?” Doc scolded, turning away and grabbing bandages and gauze from a cabinet nearby before returning to Joel’s side. “You’re lucky I know how to dress wounds.”
Joel bit his tongue as Doc applied gauze to the wound, turning his head away and closing his eyes.
“Relax,” Doc instructed, and Joel forced the tension out of his limbs. It only worked for about a minute, until Doc jostled the injury, and Joel let out a pained hiss. “All done,” Doc declared as he stepped back, giving Joel another once-over.
“Now that that’s settled, should I even ask how you ended up in that situation?” Doc asked, his tone unimpressed.
“Just a stupid mansion raid, they swarmed me,” Joel muttered, frowning.
“Wonderful. And, I suppose, your first lesson on the Hermitcraft server is; Don’t go into woodland mansions alone,” Doc commented dryly.
“Yeah, thanks,” Joel muttered, wincing as his hand drifted to his shoulder once again. He grabbed his bloodied shirt, that was laying next to him on the cot, his face scrunching up at the thought of putting it back on.
“Here, take this,” Doc called, throwing him a white shirt that he had grabbed from the closet. “And don’t even think about moving, you’re gonna be staying here tonight.”
“What?!” Joel exclaimed, a dismayed look crossing his face as he turned back to Doc.
“You thought we were letting you go? You just tangled with a vindicator, we’ve gotta make sure you haven’t got magic poisoning. Cub will be checking up on you, he’s much better with magic sickness than most Hermits.”
Joel let out a melodramatic groan as he fell back onto the cot, staring at the ceiling of the carefully-constructed medical bay. The thought of staying in the sterile, white building made him nauseous.
Wait, no, that was from the Admin inside him, moving.
Joel listened as Doc closed the door to the room behind him. He pulled the shirt on after a few seconds of silence, and he let out a frustrated sigh. These hermits and their worry. He was fine! Probably. Though it didn’t matter if he was or not, Xisuma was less okay than he was, but he needed a chance to let him out. If he did it now, before Cub got here, could he say that Xisuma had come in here and he had found him? Would they believe it? Better question, would they push it?
“Smallbeans?” came a soft murmur, followed by a hand pressing against his stomach lining, which drew him out of his thoughts.
“Hey, Xisuma,” he answered, resting a hand on his stomach. “Welcome back. Ready to come out now?”
“Where are we? Is it okay to?” He still sounded out of it. Was it safe to let him out? Joel didn't know what his mental state could be. Maybe he shouldn’t.
“Joel?” That wasn’t Xisuma. Joel sat straight up, the movement throwing Xisuma against the lining of his stomach. Joel looked over to the door as Cub came in. He was dressed in his usual open lab coat, but in this setting, it made him look like a doctor. “Ah, you are still here,” Cub noted, “heard you had a bit of an incident in a mansion.”
“You could call it that,” Joel muttered.
“I’m sure,” Cub chuckled, walking over to Joel and looking him over. “Feeling weird? Numbness or tickling in your extremities, buzzing in your head, warping feelings, headaches, unexplained pain?” He rapid-fired, not letting Joel get a word in.
“No,” Joel answered weakly after Cub fell silent. “None of that. I’m fine, why won’t you people believe me?”
“Yeah, well, I’ve heard that before. Besides, it could have delayed effects,” Cub answered, turning away.
“Smallbeans?” Joel heard again, and he froze. Dammit, Xisuma! Not the time!
“Hm?” Cub hummed, turning back to Joel. “Did you say something?”
“Nope!” Joel exclaimed a little too loudly, and he winced internally. He was so caught.
“Smallbeans? What’s going on? You okay?” He listened to the words coming from his stomach. They weren’t too loud, but for Cub and his unnaturally sharp hearing, he could probably hear them as clear as day.
“Where’s that coming from?” Cub asked, looking around, for show. His sentence may have been phrased like a question, but there was no query in his tone.
“Where’s what coming from? I don’t hear anything,” Joel insisted, his voice a bit too shrill.
“Really?” Cub pressed, stepping closer to Joel, his movements smooth. He looked Joel up and down before he spoke again. “Give it up, Joel. What’s going on?”
Joel was caught between two possibilities at that moment. So, in his panic, he chose the latter.
“What? I’m not hiding anything.”
Cub sighed, brushing his hair out of his face and revealing his dark blue eyes entirely. They were a remnant of his sculk infection from when he was on Empires, or so Joel was told, and they drove an uneasy feeling into him. “Come on, Joel. One more chance.”
“Okay, okay!” Joel exclaimed; and the resignation drew a subtly satisfied look to Cub’s face. “Xisuma came with me and got shrunk by a vindicator!”
The content look on Cub’s face fell into a frown. “Interesting. And how he ended up…”
“If I hadn’t, I would’ve died. Or Xisuma would still be in there. SO don’t say a word,” Joel threatened.
“Alright,” Cub agreed, looking unbothered by the threat. “Can we take him out? If he’s shrunk, we’ll have to have a look at him.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Joel muttered, pulling his legs onto the cot and crossing them.
Cub raised an eyebrow at him. “Joel, we can’t use magic, he’s been hit by too much already today. Get him out yourself, or I’ll get you something that can help you.”
Joel groaned, frowning at Cub. “Fine. Get me something if you don’t want your damn sheets dirty.”
Cub shrugged, opening one of the cabinets and producing a metal bowl that he handed to Joel. He returned the annoyed look that Joel gave him, with a slight undertone of ‘this is what you asked for.’
In a practiced move, Joel forced Xisuma upwards, letting him - and the stomach fluids he was covered in - fall into the bowl. (He would’ve felt bad about it if he hadn’t learned years ago that his ascent into godhood meant that people could be semi-comfortable inside him and not digested.) The clanging sound from Xisuma’s armour hitting the bowl was startling, but it didn’t take long for Joel to recover and hold the bowl out to Cub.
Cub took it from him, looking into the bowl at Xisuma. Once it was out of his hands, Joel laid down, turning away from the two and closing his eyes, letting himself drift into a state of limbo, ignoring the noises surrounding him.
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Bright lights blinded Xisuma as he laid on his back, the back of his head throbbing from how hard it hit the inside of his helmet. He looked up at the ceiling through tinted purple, and he watched a face come into view. Who was that? Cub?
He was lifted up, held safely in Cub’s grip, and he was placed down onto another surface. He placed his hand on the surface, though he couldn’t feel it through his gloves. A small noise escaped him as he was suddenly enveloped in darkness once again, his body suddenly being rubbed against. Cub’s hands? They pressed against him from every side, and he felt himself being picked up again as the material was taken off him.
Xisuma blinked up at Cub blearily, the latter looking down at him with a soft expression.
“Hey, you," Cub said softly, “feeling okay?”
“Hmm, sleepy,” Xisuma murmured.
“Yeah? Okay,” Cub sighed, setting Xisuma back down on the counter. Xisuma watched Cub pull his communicator out of his pocket and turn away from Xisuma. Despite how he craned his neck and tried to see what was on the screen, he wasn’t able to catch a glimpse. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too shaky, and he had to sit back down before he fell.
He watched Cub intently until he turned back around, looking down at Xisuma once again.
“Your armour is gonna be hellish to clean, isn’t it? That’s a later problem, I guess,” Cub muttered to himself. “Okay… come on, let’s get you fixed up, hmm?”
Xisuma nodded numbly at his words. Getting fixed up sounded nice. Cub lifted him off the towel, moving him across the room and setting him down on the counter. He watched Cub grab some colored vials from the cupboard above him, and he set them down on the counter beside him. Xisuma looked at them curiously, and he reached out to touch them before Cub put his hand between Xisuma and the vials. Xisuma sighed and sat back down, leaning into Cub’s hand.
“Oh, Xisuma. That really messed you up, huh?” Cub sighed.
“Did it?” A new voice asked, and Xisuma sat up again, looking around for the source. His eyes found Zedaph, moving towards them quickly from across the room.
“You got here quickly,” Cub noted, to which Zed shrugged.
“And? I’m here, aren’t I?” Zed replied, scooping Xisuma up from off the counter. Xisuma let out a small squeak, looking up at Zed. “Hi there, I heard you got a little mixed up,” Zed cooed.
“Yeah, and how do we fix him?” Cub asked.
“Well, it’s vindicator magic, shrinking… okay, I’m not exactly sure. I’ve never heard of this happening before,” Zed admitted, his gaze landing on the vials on the counter. “Oh, good idea!” He exclaimed, placing Xisuma back on the counter. Zed grabbed the nearest vial, containing a shimmering blue liquid, and uncorked it.
“Be careful,” Cub tried. Zed nodded as he tipped the vial over Xisuma’s head, letting a few drops slip out and land on the admin’s helmet.
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Joel rolled over as he woke up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He yawned, sitting up as yesterday’s events clicked back into place. He looked to his left to see Cub and Zed curled up on a cot together, Cub at the head of it and Zed at the foot. He looked to the left, and his eyes locked onto a mop of messy brown hair, covered by sheets on the cot next to him.
Joel stood up quickly, moving around the end of the cot, and he crouched down in front of the person’s face, frowning as he looked up at him. There was a mask on his face, which looked like a gas mask, covering his nose and mouth with tubes sticking out of it. They were see-through, and he could see something black in the tubes, though he couldn’t tell if it was moving or stationary.
“You’re up! Morning!” Zed exclaimed, the sudden noise making Joel jump. His head snapped over to Zed, who was now standing at the end of the cot.
“I thought you were asleep!” Joel blurted out, his eyes still wide with shock.
“What? No, just resting,” Zed replied, “Anyway, glad you’re awake. Cub said you might have magic poisoning, how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Joel muttered, annoyed that this was brought up again.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” Zed shrugged, stepping around Joel and standing next to the person. “Hey, Xisuma,” his voice was softer now, "can you get up?” Zed gently shook Xisuma, trying to wake him up. It took about a minute of him trying for Xisuma to open his eyes and look up at Zed.
“Hey! How are you feeling?” Zed asked gently, the tone uncharacteristic for the mad scientist.
“Zed? Um… better, I think,” Xisuma replied, pushing himself up.
“Joel,” came a voice, pulling Joel away from the interaction. He turned to see Cub, looking a little disheveled, gesturing to him. “Come over here, I’ve gotta change your bandages.”
Joel frowned, but he headed over to his cot and sat down, knowing in the back of his mind that he’d never win against Cub. Cub had bandages and gauze already laid out on the cot, and he started to peel away bandages on Joel’s shoulder. Joel was fixated on watching Xisuma and Zed conversing softly, though he couldn’t hear them.
“Hey-” Cub spoke up, causing Joel to look back at him. He discovered Cub had taken the bandages off entirely, revealing only a faint scar where the wound had been before Joel had rested. “What?”
“God genes,” Joel flashed him a grin, and Cub sighed.
“You’re- okay,” Cub muttered, gathering up the dirty and clean bandages, walking away to the other side of the room. Joel looked back over to Xisuma and Zed, to see Zed pulling away from Xisuma and walking away. He tracked Zed’s path as he met Cub, and they started talking lowly together.
Joel got up and walked back over to Xisuma’s bed, moving around to the other side and sitting down. Xisuma looked over at him, but didn’t say anything, and an awkward silence fell between them.
“…so-h…” Joel tried. “Do we agree to never talk about that again?”
Xisuma chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges, “if you want. I don’t remember a ton, so it might be easy.”
“Great, wonderful,” Joel replied, letting out a sigh. “Have they determined that you’re okay?”
“They say no concussion and I’m not tired or dizzy anymore. I think that constitutes ‘okay,’” Xisuma answered.
“That’s great,” Joel murmured, opening his mouth to say something more, before he bit his lip and they both fell into silence again.
“Look,” Xisuma sighed, “it’s fine, okay? We would’ve both been in for a painful respawn if you hadn’t, and that magic may have gotten even more messed up with it. It’s fine,” he repeated.
“It’s fine,” Joel echoed, nodding slowly, “of course it is! Why wouldn’t it be?” He added, his words bolder than they had a moment before.
“Just promise me that you’ll raid another mansion with me that’ll hopefully go crisis-free, yeah, Smallbeans?” Xisuma joked, the edges of his eyes crinkling up again.
“We’ll see,” Joel returned, “let the dust settle though, yes?"
“Of course,” Xisuma chuckled, “maybe after I’m not monitored twenty-four-seven.”
“Maybe. And it’s Joel, alright? Joel’s fine,” Joel replied.
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