united fingers

The thing about safe vore

I know some people have already abandoned this post solely based on one of the words in the title. Some left because of the word “vore”. Others left because of the word “safe”.

Let me just say, I’m vore fluff garbage and in not much of a stance to judge people who keep to themselves and their own circles- What this post is about is the ones who refuse to keep it in. The ones who drag death into everything. Those who trod all over the people like me who are repulsed by such death.

What they fail to realize is that this is some people’s safe place. Their happy place. I, personally, comfort myself to sleep by imagining safe vore. It’s where I escape to in my head when the world around me is bearing down and crushing me under pressure. I share this, and much more, with many fans of safe vore.

People who like fatal, if they know what they’re doing, will try to respect the boundaries of more sensitive people. If they don’t, they’ll do all they can to force their views in others’ faces, leaving only themselves happy in the end. They’ll take beautiful work and dribble blood (or worse) all over it. They steal people’s personal pictures of themselves and add gross captions, then post it up as art.

People like this are slowly driving good people out of the vore community. I’ve seen it happen several times over, and it’s making me sick. What exactly are you accomplishing by turning someone’s safe place into their worst nightmare? What are you gaining by forcing them out? Do you think there’ll be more art there just for you after they drop it?

This all will either reach only the people on my side of the argument, or the ones I’ve adressed will look, laugh, and keep doing what they’re doing, but now with more pride than before… But I had to say this. The people who I said were being driven out don’t know me, and I don’t know them, but when they leave the community, I feel like I’m losing a friend. I’m beginning to feel like a wolf walking among fur trappers trying to find my pack, and only finding their pelts. The thing that, not long ago, stopped me from feeling so alone is now making me feel more isolated than ever.

So, seriously. Stop your shit and learn some manners, guys. You’re hurting people far more than you may think you are when you toss death into their happy place.

The soft patter of the rain falling on the city had echoed it’s way up the stairwell in the building, her ability to keep her eyes open was lacking, hence her choice to take the stairs and not the elevator. She had returned from work late that night, and had only just reached her door when her ears pricked and she was alive again. Her bones were aching from the work that she had been doing the past couple of weeks, all to prevent injury to any other members of the team, and although she wasn’t in a city that never slept, Giovana was growing tired of how lazy it seemed in comparison to the place she called home back in the United Kingdom. Nimble fingers soon found the bottom of her back as she felt a slight twinge, maybe it was time for her to get a massage instead of being the constant giver. Focusing on the pain for a second too long her body came into contact with that of another resident. “Shit, ouch..” Her brow furrowed as she looked up. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

  • DC: unite the seven :)
  • me, finger-counting: i count 6 where's the seventh one is it zack. is zack snyder the seventh one. here's hal jordan. why are you hiding him from m