Okay So Its Been A Week And Im Still Writing About An Orc God And A Human In A Voracious Romantic Relationship.

Okay so it’s been a week and I’m still writing about an Orc god and a human in a voracious romantic relationship. Guess I have more OCs why does this keep happening?

This isn’t vore related and might be a little bit of a spicy take for people who don’t care about history. But I really hate that Nazi is commonly used in the modern day to refer to extremists in politics. The Nazis are a specific group of extremists and they lost. People parade them around like they’re still out there when the brutal truth is you don’t need to be a Nazi to be willing to sell out your neighbour, or let an authoritarian government sneak into power. In fact, most modern governments are ALREADY corrupted in one aspect or another by groups who will absolutely lock you up if you speak out against them. The Nazis are dead, this isn’t WW2 during the Holocaust, this is the present day, most so called “Nazis” are just people who are too stupid , paranoid or uneducated to know that putting legislative restrictions on their neighbours also sets a precedent for the government to do the same thing to them. You are not fighting the last war, you are fighting the current war and I feel like blaming it all on yesterday’s villains fails to really capture the fact that Nazi Germany didn’t rise from the grave and make you distrustful of each other. Whatever country you’re currently living in did that all on it’s own. Your ghost hunting in a house with a perfectly good axe murderer and I think it’s time someone pointed it out.

Having OCs as a vore fetish and horror writer is kinda paradoxical in that on the one hand I fawn over them and am like “aww babies” and on the other hand I’m like “These two are fucked up beyond all hope of repair and if they were real people I’d probably either run away screaming, kill them on sight or pay for their therapy”

If my last draft post didn’t explicitly spell it out. I love the Spider and the Fly dynamic in vore. What I mean by that is I love Preds that can’t get to a prey unless they cross certain boundaries first and who slowly wear down a prey psychologically not with threats or meanness but with pure unadulterated charm and affection. Especially if it’s entirely sincere but entirely deadly regardless. There’s just something about a creature that can’t go against its nature to the point it doesn’t know how to not kill you, only how to lure you in with honey rather than vinegar. Also the tragedy of a prey who’s so used to being treated badly that there’s something almost comforting to them about knowing damn well that no matter how nice the pred is they’re ultimately still dangerous. Like the prey is so broken they can only accept the niceties because they know it’s coming from something unapologetically dangerous.

This probably says something about my own trust issues to be honest. But let’s not analyse that too much.

Ida meanwhile is no less a slave to her nature than Bastion, her problem is that she finds Bastion’s unapologetic inhumanity easier to deal with than humanity. It’s not why she loves him but it’s why she’s chosen to squat in the Manor despite it being an admitted honey trap. The thing about Fae Danger is that it’s obvious to the genre savvy. It’s also impersonal (at least at first and by the time she realises it isn’t in Bastion’s case she’s in too deep herself) Ida does not have sane coping mechanisms, but she’s self-aware enough and empathetic enough that you can mistake her for an ordinary person. Until you realise that she’s more afraid of the idea of Bastion not loving her than she is the idea of him eating her and that she protects her own life more out of obligation than because she understands that her own life has value.

That feel when you have a really over indulgent vore story draft, chilling in your journal and you’re both desperate to show it off to people and determined to never allow it to see the light of day.

Hey so hypothetically...how many vore enjoying tumblr folk like Orc preds? Or inexplicably wholesome fatal vore? Or God/Mortal romances?