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Do the preds have any taste preferences/favorite flavors? (This can include egos who can be either prey or pred)

Some of them do~

• Anti likes everything, what is wriggling alike fish on land. Every taste is delightful for him, well except sweat. If he feels that scent, he will try to die it out by putting prey in sweet or sour icing.

• Dark is pretty demanding about it. Sometimes he has a mood for sweet things and sometimes for for salty ones. Prey has to be matched with what he drinks or eats at the certain moment. There are although moments, when he is so hungry or has a lust fo fulfil himself that even most dirty prey will end up in monochromatic, wet maw.

• Robot boys, so Google and Bing don't have any preferences whatsoever, but Bing is able to swallow only willing preys.

• Host alike Anti can gobble up any type of prey. If his prey has a weird aroma, he narrates the experience so it immediately changes to his will. Sometimes he can do it for other egos as well.

• Jack normally eats just to protect or tease someone. The sweet scent helps him push prey to an esophagus though. Although if the prey is covered in coca cola zero sugar vanilla, chocolate, "septic juice" or pineapple pizza flavour, he will never stop licking the hell out of them.

• Mark as a science nerd eats prey, cause of full almost childish curiosity. To let him smoothly send prey to digestive tract, they have to be an acceptable taste. Their scent have to be similiar or same to drink or food he enjoys the most. Prey cannot be dull, bitter or too salty in taste.

( Rest of admins can add other egos or change some of the present ones, preferences as well. )

☆Vorie☆

[vorish-egos]

I really wish I could reblog all of your fics and ideas but then my friends will know I’m filthy :(

You could make an another account and then reblog our stuff or enjoy the thing you like the most. I understand that vore is weird for some people, but they should respect the thing which defines you, no matter how weird it is.

✩Vorie✩

[vorish-egos]

Anti: Dealing with the Troublesome Y/N

Anti grinned maniacally as he left Marvin’s workroom. He’d just found the perfect spell to deal with [Y/N] and make sure they could never get in his way again. Well, it would make sure they couldn’t stop him for a couple of weeks at least. With confidence in his stride, he made his way down the empty hall to their door and pounded on it. They’d be napping at this time of day, of course; they always took their siesta around now. This was a good thing, though, since it meant they’d be off their guard. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face when they answered the door, rubbing their eyes tiredly.

“Whaddaya want, glitch?” they groaned.

He didn’t answer, just forcefully grabbed their shoulders and cast his spell. They tried to brush him off, but the magic took effect too quickly and they began to shrink before the glitch-demon’s eyes.

Perfect.

“What– Anti, what did you do to me?!” they demanded, their voice growing smaller with each passing moment.

In just a matter of seconds, [Y/N] was barely six inches tall, leaving Anti practically beside himself. He was so overjoyed that he couldn’t keep his glitches under control, tugging at his hair and neck wound sporadically before resuming staring them down. Excitement hitched his breaths up a notch as he bared his teeth in a grin.

“N͜othi͘ng͜ ͝you’̴l͜l͝ ͏lik͘é,̵” he said, his glitching and multi-layered voice echoing as he grabbed them quickly and held them in his fist.

He raised them to his face and though they struggled in his grip, they couldn’t escape. He giggled at their pathetic attempts and rubbed the top of their head with the pad of one clawed finger.

“Y͜oú'r̷e ͘aļm͞ost to̴o͟ ͟c̷u̴t̵e͝ li͘ke͟ thi͝s, ͞it'͜s ͘a͜ s̸ham͝e̛ ̨I͡ ͠sti͘l̷l͜ h̸ave tǫ ̀d͘e͜a̧l w̧i͏th yo͟u̵,̡” he quipped as he watched them squirm.

“What are you doing?! Put me down, glitch-bitch!” They growled with their now-tiny voice, pushing and smacking at his fingers.

“O͠h,͝ y̢o͜u̷'̨ll ̶go ̧do̴w͡n̕ ̢a͟lrig̀ht.̢” He giggled and tilted his head back as he held them between his thumb and index finger and hoisted them into the air.

He watched them pale with understanding as he licked his lips before he opened his mouth and stuck out that long, blue-black tongue of his. They thrashed and squirmed, but he held tight. Watching their fear made his plan all the sweeter, and he almost didn’t go through with it for the sheer joy of the moment. But they started to slip in his grasp, so he may as well get it over with. He let go and they fell onto his tongue with a little ‘plop!’, and a tiny shriek as they slid towards the back of his throat.

They struggled, so he closed his lips around their chest and pinned them to his hard palate. He hadn’t planned on swallowing them while they were fully clothed, and their sweats and t-shirt made it difficult to swallow, but swallow he did. They shrieked as their bare feet popped into his throat, soon followed by their knees. Their head disappeared behind his lips and he giggled as their vain struggles continued. He let them rest on his tongue for a while, more to feel their hopeless thrashing than to taste them. They couldn’t fight him like this and no one could save them now, not even Jackieboy. Hell, not even Seán could save them.

He swallowed again and placed his hand against the squirming bulge they made in his throat, feeling their legs as they kicked and fought with all their tiny might. Their small voice was barely audible as they screamed and punched at the roof of his mouth, and it sounded more like they were screaming in his head. For the first time since [Y/N] showed up, Anti was having fun, and he wanted them to know it. He pressed on his throat and forced them harder against the roof of his mouth. They screamed wordlessly.

That’s right you meddling little pest, scream all you want. No one can save you now; yo͢u’͠re min͝e.

One more swallow and they were lodged firmly in his throat. He could feel their little fingers trying to grip at every fold and bump of his esophagus in vain. A fighter to the end, [Y/N], but it wasn’t enough; nothing would stop him now. Nothing! He lowered his head once more and gave the final swallow, and traced their descent with a claw. The writhing bulge slid down and disappeared beneath his collarbone, his clawed finger following the whole way. They struggled, squirmed, and screamed all the way down, and God it felt good. His trim belly distended ever-so-slightly as they slid to a rest in his stomach, and he gave them a rough little pat as he sighed contentedly.

He left their door open as he turned away, making his way to the living room to have a nap of his own on the couch. With such a full belly, squirming and noisy as it was, he figured he could be excused for being tired. Not that it mattered if anyone cared what he did, since he’d already won. He sat on the couch and poked at the tiny, screaming occupant of his stomach before stretching out with a yawn. [Y/N] slid around as he lay down and placed a hand over the little roiling bulge they made and he chuckled distortedly, hoping they’d never stop squirming inside him. Victory at last!

He sighed, patting his stomach once more, “Y͢͏óu ͏͏c̕a͘n̸̵͞'t̵̛ g͢et͏̴͝ ̴̢̀ín ́my ͏͘w̧̕͠ày͏̶ n̷̷o̧w̧̧, ͜͜͏p̧͢es͢ţ. ̡͏En̛j̶̵o̸y͞ ́ỳ̢ơ͢u̧͢r̕͞ s̢͏t̡͜͡à͏y̛̛.̷͘.̴”

Their screams of terror and pleas for help were his lullaby for the afternoon, and soon he found himself drifting off to a peaceful sleep. Well, as peaceful as anything got for Anti, anyway.

[vorish-egos]

I bet with Wilford's weird ability he can make any vore scenario happen. Like, he discovers vore and is like "hmmm seems harmless" and so calling someone over (Abe or Damien or someone else) he could like, have one person get eaten first and then immediately switch roles. Like, he just crawls into the other's mouth and gets eaten, and then decides "hmm comfy enough" and next thing you know they switch places so now Wilford's the pred

YES AND AGAIN YES!

And now here goes my stupid rumbling :v

Wilford by so far, is the most fascinating character for me, not only in vore aspect, but in other way. We don’t know how Dark’s powers worsk and how many of them he has, but we do something about Wilford’s. He can teleport, make a clon/copy of himself and this what we have seen in “Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache” and he is some sort of immortal, of course what was he given were not for free. Besides If using such abilities can be no problem for him, I think that shrinking or increasing himself is in this case just a piece of cake.

If I can dear anon, I wanna add also one small idea to your amazing headcanon (vorecanon hehe...) of yours. Have you heard of inception? Not only the movie, but the concept of it? I am sure you have. You know the endless loop of something. 

So imagine Wilford, who is chilling inside of Dark’s tum, because firstly Darkstache and secondly why not? His whole body is relaxed, mind focusing on the dark’s being heartbeat. Except stomach muscles, one hand of his is moving, delicately massaging his own tummy... Not only Wilfy has a “little” moment of meditation.

☆Vorie☆

[vorish-egos]

Ever thought doing something with Vorelox (Deadlox)?

I thought Minecraft is dead right now holy hell. It seems that still has some fans.

I am not interested in minecraft youtubers sorry. 

Rest of the team and myself included, we all respect your thing though, just we are posting stuff based of Markiplier, Jacksepticeye and (maybe in the future) NateWantsToBattle “creations” only. 

✩Vorie✩