《 just a hungry guy 》 comfort/nsx mcyt vore enjoyer Asexual/aromantic || ! minor ! || he/they/she oOoOoOoo you dont recognise my art style, nooooo (casting a spell)
Do you plan on posting more of your vore-igens au soon :3 i really like it and would LOVE to see more o:
Likely not on this blog
I wanna post about the au a lot more publically, since its expanded away from just being a vore au. Its a lot more than that now, and i dont want it to be reduced to just that by being posted to this account.
As time goes on im using this blog less and less. I hope to post the stuff i posted here more publically in the future, so i wont really need this blog anymore.
Thank you for the ask, im really glad you like the au :) if you wanna see it, ive been posting about it on my main a small bit recently. Nothing vore related obviously, but its still the same au.
i know the anniversary post is a little late given that it turned 5 in April, but given that it’s also my 21st birthday today, i wanted to post the thank you now!
i absolutely love the community i have here. If you’d have told me at 16 that i’d still be doing the same thing with the same stories and blog at 21 and people would still be here to enjoy it, i wouldn’t have believed it. so thank you for your love and kind words over the years!!
I made a huge thank you post a few years ago that you can read here, but every single person i thanked there is still someone i’m so incredibly thankful for. in fact, i encourage all of you to go back and re-read that message, because all of it remains true.
I promise, if you’ve ever even so much as liked one of my posts, you’ve been noticed and appreciated more than you know.
All of my wonderful mutuals, the people who like, comment, and reblog my work, the people who send me asks, draw me fanart, message me, and who tell me how much i’ve inspired them are all so kind and make me love writing and drawing on here!!
Rebranding a little from being a ‘vore blog’ into a ‘blog that happens to post vore’ cause I wanna do a little more here and honestly don’t like JUST being known as a vore blog (even tho that’s what I branded myself as for a while lmao)
More of Louis and Will switching places in the pred/prey relationship, while in a fantasy setting. Little bit of world building, little bit of fluff. Cause we need something to look forward to. ^_^
Midnight Snack - Gingerbread
by peachnewt
Part 5
Will, dressed in layers and fueled by oatmeal, tea, and burning curiosity, waited for Louis the Grey at the South Tower.
He hoped it was the right tower. He'd have to scurry across all of Wax Wake if Louis started cleaning at the North tower. And Wax Wake, though foreigners who had never seen a properly scaled map described it as a "backwoods, swollen, mid-mountain trading post", was huge when you had to go by foot.
Will's breath fogged in the air. The sun peeked over the mountains to the southeast, painting the valley and town in a gray-blue predawn haze. But Wax Wake had already kindled cook fires and changed the guards.
That meant Louis would be here soon. Right?
Probably not. If my "visit" to his cave was any indication, Louis is not a morning person.
At least Will would have time to think while he waited. Wax Wake had so much to offer. Last night he'd queried Head Ranger Shiloh about the lay of the land, things locals would know by rote but travelers wouldn't. How certain mountain ranges collected more snow than most, and locals avoided them until the rangers set thunder bombs to shake the snow and cause a controlled avalanche before it became something more dangerous.
Will had also noticed the embroidery on Head Ranger Shiloh's leathers, cuffs, and seams, was far more intricate and widespread than on other people. Was it part of the Ranger uniform, or did she like embroidery?
Head Ranger Shiloh had snorted. "The chain stitch is regulation. The rest is my husband's work. And no, he doesn't like it at all, but he is highly invested in keeping me safe, and willing to buy enchant-cord and sew it himself than wait for a specialized mage to take the commission."
Will's eyes rounded. While a highly skilled mage-weaver could enchant ordinary thread to hold a specific spell, ward, or curse; enchant-cord could be used in any spell depending on the dyes, shape, or pattern it was sewn with. But, it took a long time and a lot of resources to make. Even in the southern cities where the majority of it was spun, it was expensive. To get it shipped to the north must be a small fortune. Head Ranger Shiloh had been decked in a emperor's ransom of metallic snowflakes, pearlescent waves, matte triangles, floral spirals.
Will had tested Shiloh's patience by asking about each pattern and what it did to protect her. Protection against fire, against blades, against drowning, against poison. Against getting a face full of tree trunk.
"A tree?"
"It was one time," Ranger Shiloh had sighed. "And my family never lets me live it down. Took weeks to enchant it properly so I could still enter a forest or approach a sapling."
"And the wavy lines near the bottom?" Will pondered the uneven chain stitches in an overlapping spiral pattern. Perhaps the stitch length was part of the enchantment coded in thread.
The Ranger smiled. "My youngest begged some local enchanted threads from a family friend. It's a small charm for warmth."
Waiting by the tower, Will fingered the sleeve cuff. Perhaps I should learn magic enhancing embroidery while I'm here? You never knew when a skill could come in handy.
He could understand doing a craft during the cold months when stuck inside for the season. But Will would rather re-read the Star Traveler serial he received every month when he was back home in Brex. I doubt the locals would waste cargo space to get the series up here.
A shadow cut across the blue-dawn light, quiet as snow, and grumpy as a squirrel whose snack stash had been decimated. Louis the Grey had arrived. At the next tower over.
Will jogged, smiling.
***
Louis' shadow cut through the dawn like a black flag, and the locals fled. He was alone, the streets eerily quiet.
Good, Louis thought, grabbing a rag from the basket hanging off the tower. The more I focus on the task, the sooner I can get back and work on the gingerbread house. I'm not good at chatting anyway.
But the brightening dawn-quiet weighed on him like clinging snow. He glanced now and then for a flash of dark blue and copper leathers at his feet.
Scared him off. For the best.
But disappointment trickled through his mind like an icicle in spring. Think about something else. The gingerbread house. Maybe he could prop up the edges of the roof so they could dry in place.
Right, like that worked the last time.
Louis sucked in a breath to fog the glass for polishing.
"Hi!"
His breath came out a startled wheeze that turned into a rough cough.
"Did I startled you?" asked Will.
"No."
Louis frowned, but inside he was happy to have a distraction.
***
Will eyed the hems of Louis' clothing, walking in an arc to see cloak and tunic.
"What?" grumbled Louis, voice a low rumble.
"Looking at your clothing," said Will. "The embroidery is different than the kind done here. Spell woven?"
Louis hummed. "Rarely. North giants are resistant to cold. And I don't need threads to take care of an enemy." He hadn't had much chance to use his axe, but he still practiced. His fingers touched the front of his gambeson where dark blue lines and geometric patterns melted into sun-worn black fabric. "These are clan patterns."
"Who sewed them?" asked Will.
"... my mother." Louis cleared his throat, focusing on the sooty rag. "What was so important in Wax Wake that you traveled through a blizzard?"
"Experience." Will motioned to the carved eaves and roofs on either side of the road. "I'm talking to the master carpenters, the craftsmen, and architects. I'm a journeyman builder, I still have a lot to learn, and the more techniques and styles I can expose myself to, the better."
"Hn."
The tower glass was crystal clear, time to move to the next one. He slowly put the basket back and walked to the next tower. As streets cleared and doors shut, Will scurried a step behind him.
"Speaking of building..."
The nibbler was really bringing that up?
"You were trying to build a gingerbread..." Will hesitated to call the dilapidated shack a shack again, especially if he wanted to stay in the giant's less than murderous graces. "Structure?" he ventured.
Louis sneered a he picked up the basket hanging off the next tower. How did so much soot get on the windows? "Why do you care?"
"Curious. You know, I could help you with that."
"What could a tiny human like you do?"
"Journeyman builder, remember. Raising homes and barns are kind of my thing."
"Raising barns all by yourself? You couldn't even raise a broken wall off yourself."
"Well... it's usually it's a group thing. Wax Wake wasn't built by one person. Or one giant. You've been trying to create a gingerbread house all by yourself, right? Wouldn't it be easier with another person?"
Louis thought hard. The Frost Empress' edict hadn't mentioned the gingerbread houses had to be a solo project. But did he really want to depend on a mortal human?
He can't possibly make a worse house.
"If you're yanking my chain, I'll eat you again."
Will grinned. "Deal! I'll meet you tomorrow at the next tower and we can talk about what you're trying to build."
Then Louis' stomach grumbled so loud the snow on the closest rooftop shuffled off onto the cobblestone street.
Will's eyes went wide. Louis ignored the talkative human and his stomach as he rubbed away soot on the tower's glass.
Go ahead, run. You have reason to. Fee fi fo-
"Would half a cookie help?"
Louis looked down. Will held up a small brown disc, the size of Louis' pinky nail, with a small bite taken out of it.
The nibbler stayed.
Louis reached down, holding out a hand. "It... couldn't hurt."
"It might." Will put the cookie in the giant palm. "It's a local bark cookie."
"How bad can bark taste?" Louis popped the tiny morsel into his mouth and ground it against his teeth once.
Louis froze.
"I did warn you."
"Mm."
"The guy that makes them says they are a work in progress."
"Mhm." Louis' jaw trembled. Don't spit it out. Don't spit it out. Wasting food is rude. Don't spit it out.
"You can spit it out."
Louis aimed over the guarding walls and spat with such distance his brothers would have cheered with pride. He glared at Will.
"Sorry?" the human said sheepishly.
Louis the Grey spoke with the gravity and grit of a landslide. "If I ever meet this baker of yours, we're going to have a talk."
Will gulped, silently praying that Reese would never meet Louis.
Gingerbread - 1
Gingerbread - 2
Gingerbread - 3
Gingerbread - 4
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New AUs (human!philza + borrower!tehcnoblade and human!technoblade + sizeshifter!philza)
Hello everyone!
Now pls, hear me out :D
I love happy endings, but! I wanted to try writing something dark and/or angst. And I hope I succeeded.
So :]
The first au will be oneshot.
Imagine the concept of a borrower living in your house, but you think it's an evil household spirit (in a pagan sense). So Phil will have time to worry before the truth is revealed.
The second au has something in common with the first au. But it'll be more complicated, and it probably won't be a oneshot.
It'll be based on East Slavic mythology, where Philza is a sizeshifter spirit that protects the house (which Techno moved to). He's invisible to humans, and I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing for Techno. In any case, it's scary.
I'll publish a excerpt about this au, which may not be canon, but it'll show how the au will work.
If someone likes the vibe, I'll just develop this story from the beginning. (I've already started, but if I publish this, I need to make some adjustments)
So it'll look like a 'situation' that could happen in this au.
Anyway, I'll publish this in the near days, hopefully tomorrow or the day after.
Thank you for your attention, and be nice :D
Have a good day/night guys!
(safe vore: giant!philza, tiny!technoblade + tiny!sneegsnag)
The whole story was about ~8k words, but I shortened it to 800 words to show the main events. So consider this as a short version of this au :D
TW: safe vore, willing vore (kinda), unwilling vore, swearing, mention digestation, fear of being digested.
Notes: I read somewhere that in an old version of English, there was a word 'hap', like 'to hap on smb.', which meant 'to accidentally meet someone'. And when I was thinking of an abbreviation or a short tag for my au, the name HAP AU sounded funny in my head. Because it fits this story. And now you'll find out why.
So let's get started!
The world is built at the level of the Middle Ages. Techno is an aspiring healer and renowned herbalist. He earned money by selling hand-made herbal medicines. Practicing both traditional medicine and techniques he had read in foreign books. Which were quite expensive.
So most of his earnings were spent on research and new books. And overall he was satisfied with his life, but he wouldn't mind some extra money. Because he was getting tired of dealing with visitors. And he just wants to do his own things alone.
One of the sleepless nights, his old friend – a professional thief and rascal, Sneegsnag, comes to his doorstep. Who offers him quick money, namely to find an ancient artifact. Thanks to the Sneeg’s persuasion and the temptation of quick money, Techno reluctantly agrees.
They faced difficulties and dangers inside an ancient tomb, where a reward awaited them. Eventually, they had to split up in order to escape alive. Techno 'got lucky' and escaped with the artifact in his hands, but he stumbled (kinda cartoon movement but still funny).
And Techno watched in horror as the artifact fell into the mouth of the damn sleeping naga man! The naga instinctively swallowed it and continued sleeping!
Techno was on the verge of turning around and going home, but after some hesitation, he still descended into the ravine where the naga slept.
And how surprised Philza was. Of course, humans woke him up by sneaking attacks while he was trying to bask in the sun or sleep. But this man was poking him in the belly with a stick. What the fuck?
Phil lifted Techno by his clothes, leaving him dangling helplessly in mid-air. "Ha-ha, hello...Um- funny story! And if you don't kill me, I'm willing to tell you about it." And Phil was curious, but when Techno got to the part about the artifact, the naga told him frankly that the human would have to take it by himself. Because of how small it was compared to the naga.
Of course, Techno wasn't happy and tried to find out if the naga was lying.
Philza simply said, "If I wanted to eat you, I'd have already. Take it yourself or go home before I change my mind." He has a point, but Techno was still scared. Because this was a BIG deal after all. His life was potentially in danger.
Despite Philza's words, Techno decides to protect himself and do something nice for the naga to reduce the chance of being digested even further. They talk a bit more, and Phil admits he can't get rid of the swords in his stomach. Techno agrees to safely retrieve them so they don't further traumatize the naga from within.
So, after a few humiliating screams and new trauma, Techno finally reaches the stomach. He finds what he was looking for and does what he promised the naga.
Phil says he feels the other human approaching.
And at that moment, something shifts in Techno's mind, and he asks Philza to scare Sneeg. Phil laughs and calls Techno vindictive, but the herbalist doesn't care. He was tired, and after everything he'd gone through today, he couldn't let Sneeg miss out on such an ‘unforgettable’ experience.
For Sneeg, everything is much more traumatic, and he apologizes to Techno in stomach for putting them both in danger. Finally, the herbalist admits it's a prank, and Philza releases them.
Later, Techno visits naga for purely 'medical' purposes, but Phil simply enjoys holding the human in his stomach while he's being 'checked.' After a while, they begin to argue, and Techno insists that he's not just 'someone who can be alive in his stomach,' but a friend.
Since Philza grew up in an unfair, cruel, and wild environment, he has to rethink some things. And Techno has to suppress his fear and hope that he sounds convincing enough to keep their friendship from becoming one-sided.
At some point, Philza realizes that he likes Techno as a person. He listens to all Techno's chatter about herbs and sometimes finds something of interest. And the naga begins to care for the human in his own way.
One day, Techno was so exhausted that he didn't notice Phil sneaking up on him. He screamed as warm breath hit him in the back.
While Techno was complaining, Phil noticed how shitty the human looked. “When did you sleep last?”
Herbalist tried to awkwardly get out of the conversation, but Philza insisted that he needed rest.
So Technoblade ended up trying to sleep in naga's stomach, shutting himself off from all the worries that awaited him. He said, “Now I have an official excuse for missing work.”
Philza chuckled, “Consider it a day off.” Naga put his hand on the place where Techno was lying. “Have a good rest, mate.”
That's all!
Basically, Philza always considered humans as weak creatures when they were alone, but he didn't intentionally hunt them. However, some of them provoke a fight, and then you know their fates :]
I enjoyed writing about the idea that someone could literally trust their own life to a stranger (especially a predator). And Techno taught Philza to notice small details that are also important. Sometimes he regrets that Phil has become so observant and can catch him in a lie more quickly.
Anyway! If I missed a trigger warning or tag, let me know!
Hopefully I'll return to publishing g/t stories soon, but I don't think I'll be publishing about vore often. (‘cause it's not that popular, and most of it will remain in drafts)
Your art is so cool and I love the style of it , keep the work up ^^
Would love to commission artwork to if you ever decide on doing that
Gah thank you!!! :D currently i dont plan on doing any commissions soon, and if i did idk if id do any vore comms, but its nice to hear youre interested! :3
Its so. Its like. Its perfect. Everryything about it.
Hey, youre hurt. Youre dying. And theres a giant person thats got you now. You dont know what theyre going to do. Oh shit well it looks like theyre eating you. I guess thats it?? Its over!! Youre dead, youre fucked, oh god its so over and- oh. You feel.. better..? Your wounds are healing. You can relax now, youre safe, you arent going to die actually, in fact youve made it to safety. Sure youre in their stomach but. It seems like being here is whats helping you. Just take a break. Youre going to be okay.
Its just. Its so comforting to me. Its like, if you took protective noms and everything thats great about it. Being close to someone and being held and being safe. And then add on top of that the fact that being in them is HEALING you?? Yeah okay. Peak. Its peak.
