#t4ph

like maybe when him and reader finally have a break from getting chased from the protesters Taph decides to try something new

(GIGGLING AT THIS IDEA HEHEHEHEHHE)

We dont see enough taph content, so this will be surely interesting to write

Will tap back to my sign language lessons LOL

[a bite too much]

Cws: oral vore, unwilling prey, shrinking, eldritch horrors, tentacles, mentions of injury, prey is dazed, soft vore, probably open ended :9

Yes yes yes I never see enough T4ph appreciation, this ask brings much joy and happiness

Light warning now, this is a funky one, be prepared for unique tropes and me having a lot of fun with the eldritch trope

T4ph // HCS

CWS // Soul vore, talk of dying (and being kind of chill with it), mild eldritch horror, telepathic manipulation but it's kinda wholesome

Given that they don't speak, T4ph is hard to decipher. In the same line of things, they will not listen should you try to talk to them. They are shy, but don't let this fool you into thinking that you're safe around them, they are an extremely skilled trapper and one wrong step in the wrong area and your fate is sealed.

Their traps are elaborate but well hidden, they will also change up their hunting areas often so there's no point in trying to avoid one specific area forever. They will sometimes even change up where their traps are multiple times during hunting, anything to catch frantic or careless prey off guard.

Being a bird hybrid, there are plenty of more avian mannerisms that they have when hunting, one thing to note is that they are extremely patient. They will sit and wait silently for hours to catch prey, typically sitting up higher somewhere, perching in a way.

You cursed to yourself as you fumbled over a tripwire in your running, the trap slowing you down significantly and forcing you to actually take a minute and recover from your stumbling. The moment you took to regain your bearings left you in silence though, enough silence to make the shifting above you just barely audible. A pit of dread settled in your stomach as you slowly turned to look around... it would seem that you were too late in your perception though.

'Glp...glp...glp...glk...hhf...'

Dark warmth engulfed you within seconds, your body constricted as deep swallowing motions guided your body down deeper and deeper into the abyss. It was different from any time you had ever been caught prior, it made no sense to you in all reality. How was it that you were being guided down into a place that no one could see... and yet you felt like you were being watched?

To answer the question about them being eldritch or not, yes, yes they are quite freaky. I personally headcanon that T4ph is a product of T3l4m0n's reign, serving him back in his glory days and simply carrying on with their studies into the subspace tripmines idly in current days. They still wait to see if he will ever return, but they are friends with Sh3dletsky in the meantime, knowing what their god had been carrying on as in modern life.

Their insides are also quite unusual, and they're like that on purpose. Instead of the usual digestion process, T4ph's stomach acts as more of a siphon on your life itself. Before the body can be processed, the soul is dissolved first, internal tendrils wrapping around the prey and leeching life from your body. It's only afterwards that the physical form begins to digest, the tendrils laying back flat against the walls to mimic the internal muscular structure of a standard stomach.

Any thrashing and kicking you had been protesting with came to a harsh stop as you felt an insistent creeping working its way around your form. Within seconds you were fighting back against the slithering, pulling sensation, within a minute and you were entirely constricted, unable to move against the shockingly resilient tendrils that held you firmly in place.

A good assumption would be that their purpose was to halt any struggles, maybe a preventative measure in ceasing any indigestion before it could begin. Unfortunately that would be wrong. It wasn't long until you began to feel weak, the feeling grower stronger with each passing moment, it was almost like your soul itself was being sapped from your body. It was a hollow feeling, your senses beginning to vacate your restrained form, but in the same breath it was almost calming. You lost any will to fight in an instant, distant whispers urged you to just give in and let this happen, though they had no real voice, you could feel them.

Maybe, at least for a little while, this was okay. Maybe the way your life slowly gave way and let itself pass on through the being you were feeding was natural. It wasn't like you could stop it now anyways.

T4ph is honestly a fairly calm, understanding pred, they don't want you to spend your last moments inside of them in terror, that would just be ungrateful for the meal being provided to them. They utilize their divine blessings to give you some solace in your time with them, somewhat subduing you but also letting your mind rest while the take on the hard work of breaking you down as a meal.

It's honestly not the worst way to go, and the most interesting part is how being eaten by them is pretty much the best way to communicate with them. As unorthodox as it is, turns out that being held within the centre of an eldritch being makes it a lot easier to connect with them, especially given that the distant illusions of whispers you hear are essentially T4ph's thoughts and feelings.

It's almost intimate, and some who have served as a meal for them before will attest that it was calming, almost peaceful, to just sit and chat with them while their mind and soul slipped away.

There was a gentle thump that echoed around you, it reverberated through your body with each beat of the pred's heart. Their gentle breathing and firm hold kept you complacent, dare you say content.

'you are doing well. this will pass soon. you are fuelling something greater. you are filling your role as a meal so well.'

You couldn't hear the whispers as they bombarded you with gentle praise and reassurance, but they came to your mind without you thinking about it. You could feel that the pred whose churning stomach you currently stewed in was speaking to you, and interestingly enough, you didn't have to talk to communicate back. They could feel you, hear you, know you, it was like they were in your mind entirely.

'i know this may be frightening, but know that you will be at peace soon. you are exactly where you are meant to be in this moment.'

It was new to say the least, but you kind of liked that. It wasn't like there was anything you could do to change things now anyways. Maybe you could just rest, just this once.

'good. all you need to do is rest. i'm proud of you.'

Now think about it. Pred Sh3d and prey T4ph. (Unintentional) fearplay noms perhaps? I'd imagine that man's breath smells like hella chicken too. Poor T4ph!