pocketnezu:

beware of capslock.

I DON’T TALK ABOUT IT ENOUGH (YES I DO WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT I TALK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME) BUT M O U T H P L A Y.

- A GIANT ROLLING A TINY AROUND IN THEIR MOUTH, THEIR TONGUE PUSHING THEM INTO THEIR CHEEKS JUST TO FEEL THEM STRUGGLE AGAINST THEIR SOFT SKIN

- A GIANT SOFTLY LAUGHING, AMUSED BY THE STRUGGLE OF A TINY’S SMOL HANDS GRABBING AT THEIR TONGUE, TRYING TO HOLD ON WHILE THEIR TONGUE POKES AND PRODS AT THE TINY AS THEY TASTE THEM

- A GIANT RUNNING THEIR TONGUE ALONG A TINY’S BODY WITH THOSE LONG, SLOW LICKS, BEING SURE TO TASTE EVERY INCH OF THEM BEFORE THEY PUSH THEM INTO THEIR MOUTH AND TASTE THEM ALL OVER AGAIN

- A GIANT PULLING A TINY ALL THE WAY TO THE BACK OF THEIR MOUTH AND PINNING THEM TO THEIR PALATE, THEN THEY SWALLOW ALL THE EXCESS SALIVA IN THEIR MOUTH WHILE KEEPING THEM IN PLACE, AND THEY LET THE TINY DROP FROM THE ROOF OF THEIR MOUTH BACK AND FLOP ONTO THEIR TONGUE AS THE GIANT LETS OUT A HUGE SIGH OF HOT AIR

- tinies acting out romeo and juliet in a giant’s mouth GET IT IT’S A MOUTH PLAY /SHOT

- A GIANT CLOSING THEIR MOUTH OVER THE TOP HALF OF A TINY AND THEN SLURPING THEM INTO THEIR MOUTH ONLY TO TEASE THEM WITH THEIR TONGUE AND THEN PUSH THEM BACK OUT HALF WAY AND THEN SLOWLY DRAG THEM BACK INTO THE WARM HEAT OF THEIR MOUTH AND THEN PULLING THEM ALL THE WAY BACK TO THEIR THROAT AS THE TINY IS STRUGGLING TO CRAWL BACK TOWARDS THEIR LIPS, AND THEN SWALLOWING THEM AAAAAHHHHH

M O U T H      P    L    A    Y

big-fluffy-dragon:

I’ve been thinking about silly boring old domestic stuff involving G/T and it’s getting my heart fluttering like crazy!

Just a tiny gently stroking a giants nose and talking softly to them to wake them up, watching as they open their eyes that seem to glimmer in the sun.
They blink, grumble a little and look at the tiny blearily with their horrendously messy hair just doing it’s sleepy thing- the tiny tells them hey, it’s time to get up now.
The giant can’t stop staring at the way the early sun frames the tiny, or how cute they look when they’re so close by- the gently scoop the tiny closer and lay their cheek against them, closing their eyes contently as they feel no protest from the other.
They can have a lie in today…

Or giants gently massaging a tinies back with their smallest finger while they both watch TV, pretty soon the massage just turns to idly running their fingers along the smalls back and shoulders- lost in a subconscious interest of that teeny tiny person, the tiny can feel their fingertips gently smoothing out the tension in their muscle sand even though it’s not technically a massage, the touch is just as good.
They begin to relax into their hand until they lay in a tangle of fingers, hugging the digits as they let the giant hold them softly- both still concentrating on the TV, but completely lost in each other’s touch.

Or a tiny softly singing in the shower and the giant sitting outside the door listening, their voice is so tiny you’d think it hard to hear but the giant is caught up on every note.
They sing along, deep bass tones complimenting the fluting lightness of the tiny.
It’s beautiful.

When someone comes to me and tells me i got them interested/into vore I cry a little
Like you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to talk to people about it and now I’m like throwing it all out there this year
So I’m just so excited to hear I got people interested in something so weird that I like so much for some reason
Like, please, come tell me what I did that made you interested ;A; flock to me, tell me all the details please

Hmmmm I havent drawn something vore related in a bit…

hijerking:

you can also send things in 1 message instead of 9… stop pressing enter…

big-fluffy-dragon:

Oh noooo those asks put me in a super excitable mood so I’m just gonna gush about tinies ok!!!

The reason I would want to be a giant isn’t because I’d be strong or powerful or anything like that, it’s literally only because I would get to be around tinies and that would be the best thing to ever happen to me- I get giddy just thinking about it!
Just the idea of meeting and winning the trust of someone with so many reasons to fear me feels so special, tinies seem so….I don’t know, precious isn’t the word but it’s kind of close?
It’s a bit like when a shy cat from a shelter let’s you pet them for the first time or a timid wild bird takes food from your hand, it feels so special and humbling to have something so vulnerable TRUST you!!

And I’d want nothing more than to prove myself worthy of that trust, my heart would be beating out of my throat with nervousness and I’d be shaking but it’d all be amazingly okay, I’d be so concentrated on them it’d be like my entire life force was being focused into one singular point- concentrating harder than I ever have on such a small person!

They’re people just like me but they’re tiny, intricate and sometimes fragile, they think and feel the same as I do and they have so many reasons to think me a beast- to run and hide from very justified fear, and yet if they stayed?
If they conquered that fear and were brave?
I might even cry I’d feel so honoured!

I don’t want to be huge to be intimidating, I want to be huge to protect!
To hold and to be gentle!

I know it’d be hard not to frighten them, but I’d just want to get low enough to see their face and hear their voice- I’d want to reach out and let them take my hand, holding a fingertip with their tiny digits!
I’d want to watch them crawl onto my palm and let me lift them up, cupping my hands to myself to protect them and keep them safe!
I mean, why would someone so small trust someone like me enough to do that!?

Every word they spoke would have me listening intently, every motion catching my attention and I’d be trying desperately not to be overbearing- I wouldn’t want to make them think I was studying them or thought them just a curiosity, because it wouldn’t be true!
They’d just be oh so special to me!
I just really like tinies ok???

AAAAAAAAAAA

cardboardlamb:

this is a difficult holiday for those of us who hate america and love quiet time

(Source: lake-erie)

fattyatomicmutant:

bogleech:

While sick in bed I kept thinking, or rather my brain kept thinking with or without my input, about the sheer overwhelming volume of fiction human beings have produced, like the number of myths, legends, novels, comics, games, movies, plays, original characters and even dreams and imaginary friends felt so vast and all encompassing that it seemed to dwarf all of our other achievements as a species and the sheer immensity and pointlessness of it all felt almost terrifying until suddenly my foggy mind was like “whoa, whoa, wait, WAIT A MINUTE….THAT’S WHAT WE ARE!!!!!! WE’RE THE STORYTELLER PLANET, THAT’S OUR THING IN THE UNIVERSE!”

So that turned into all these scenarios where for whatever reason most other sentience races could have technological power beyond our comprehension but still no knack for concocting even rudimentary child-level fiction and are so easily entertained by any shit we can make up that it’s basically our superpower

Humans end up paying their way across the galaxy just making things up as they go along and even our worst most garbage pieces of media become an almost priceless commodity.

You’re cornered by a tentareaver from the bloodstar or whatever and she’s all “SO, EARTHBEAST…TELL ME ONE OF THESE FAMOUS FICSHUNS OF YOURS AND I’LL CONSIDER SPARING YOUR LIFE”

*sigh*…okay, once upon a time there was a tentareaver…

“WAS SHE OF THE FLESHRENDER CASTE????”

….Yes, the most beautiful fleshrender in her whole clusterhive.

“TEE HEE”

Planet of the Bards