people should look at me and think “i want him to not be alive anymore (because i killed him in the hellish depths found within me; he’ll die there)”

When I meet a friend or enemy or stranger or passerby it is important that I know for absolute certain that there is a thought bubble above their head with a boned cartoon meat inside of it and that I am in terrible danger that increases exponentially the longer their salivating hunger for me builds

Welcome to Dave is Food dot net: “It's Dave Nom”@carpetnotbig.bsky.social · 5mo ago

hierarchy of needs pyramid but the whole thing is labeled “friend group whose stomachs all audibly growl upon seeing me”

listen i get that we’ve been friends for a long time but what if instead of being an alive person i were desperately begging for my life while being methodically broken down by acids and enzymes and pulverized by smooth muscle within the inhospitable depths of your belly until i’m caloric slush

2 panel instalunch

…how did the Simpsons gif referencing @elephanttail.bsky.social eating people end up as my pinned post, whoops,

I should be in deepest darkest dampest deadliest depths of your stomach buried under food equal to at least triple my body mass being slowly and agonizingly gurgled and snuffed out and converted into a thick meaty calorie dense sludge for your intestines to soak up and assimilate

Thinking intensely about bits of ruined cloth or bone expelled by deep wet belches either while I’m still having my entire life smelted into a meat slush or after I’ve been reduced to lifeless calories sloshing through the lower gut and also how the consumer might react to burping up Dave debris,,,

Welcome to Dave is Food dot net: “It's Dave Nom”@carpetnotbig.bsky.social · last yr.

I deliberately did not give Character Dave glasses partially as a distinguishing feature from Real Dave but mostly because I’m bad at drawing them I do sometimes regret not giving him them since glasses are a convenient identifying item for someone to belch out after having devoured him 👓💦

DID YOU KNOW DAVING: i’m cute and appetizing when i cry

Can’t spell “mawshot” without “maws hot”

Seeking: one or more persons taller and heavier than me to sit or lay on top of me and just vibe

being sentenced to a slow and excruciating demise deep in your gut because there’s an essential item hidden behind the “digest dave into pudge on your hips while he sobs and despairs over his approaching annihilation and wails as he suffers the agony of being unmade” check in your archipelago world

plus it helps you hit several other checks such as “belch while idly using a finger to play with your belly button” and “pick out scraps of cloth from between your teeth” so it can’t be helped that it’s optimal to bring me to a permanent end in your burning sweltering suffocating lightless depths

hey what if i were submerged up to my lips in caustic acid because the meat on my limbs had sloughed off to the bone and i had to strain my neck to keep my mouth and nose above the burning bubbling tide so that i could breathe and sob in pain and misery just a moment longer before all of me unspools

what if in the pitch black broiling hell of your belly with enzymes and acids burning through me to turn my meat fat and nerves into mush i regretted my entire wasted life that culminated in a slow and agonizing death and softly begged to be spared this fate only for gurgling to drown out my cries

what if you belched and the air rushed out of my tomb that was soaked in my blood and viscera and my lungs that were being broken down in the most white-hot blinding painful way possible screamed for oxygen and drew in liquid death instead and i suffered agony beyond imagining in an endless moment

what if what felt like an eternity of being horrifically mulched and stripped of skin and pulse and dignity and humanity came to a permanent end when your churning gut dragged me between two folds on the wrinkled walls of your stomach and crushed me to lifeless slush between them with a wet squelch

what if my remains were an unrecognizable meat paste and a collection of fractured bone being pumped through your intestines and the life i lived and the suffering i endured in its culmination were forgotten by history and your own life took everything from me and continued on as if nothing happened

my fetishized escapist fantasies that revolve around my horrific death are normal and fine actually

Your OC should pluck the actual real living breathing me through the fourth wall and swallow me alive and subject me to brutal acrid crushing digestion while I kick and scream and sob until I’m annihilated forever and my legacy becomes a missing person poster and fat on fictional character thighs

The intersection of a missing person report following my slow and excruciating gastric demise and the person whose love handles and butt meat are now my unmarked grave’s indifference to this reminder that the morsel they indulged in last week had been a person whose humanity they hungrily denied ☠️💦💦

Welcome to Dave is Food dot net: “It's Dave Nom”@carpetnotbig.bsky.social · 5mo ago

my face on the side of a milk carton that you retrieve from your fridge and my life wobbling on your thighs as you bring the carton to the countertop and pour a glass and your thumbs adjusting the waistband of your underwear uncomfortably digging into the doughy aftermath of your meal a week prior

would it be enjoyable for my bones to crunch and break as the muscles of the inner gut crush me from all sides and force my body into positions it was never meant to hold? absolutely not but it needs to happen it’s important that it happens and that i hurt and scream and sob pathetically a whole lot

Listen you HAVE to do the thing where you pat your stomach by only moving your wrist while I’m deep in the depths of your gut having my life expectancy drastically reduced. Like the thing where your wrist is against your side/center and you move your hand like your wrist is a hinge to pat your belly

Listen I really really REALLY need to let out one last pathetic sobbing whine after hours of blinding pain as I feel your belly’s smooth muscle contract and clamp down on my heavily digested utterly ruined body and be crushed into lifeless paste followed by you belching and tasting me on your breath

Listen I really really REALLY need to let out one last pathetic sobbing whine after hours of blinding pain as I feel your belly’s smooth muscle contract and clamp down on my heavily digested utterly ruined body and be crushed into lifeless paste followed by you belching and tasting me on your breath

Three in the morning is the most important time to need to be in a stomach actually. It is normal that right this very second I need to be sealed within a tomb of flesh and violently disassembled by chemical and mechanical action until only a meat slurry being pumped through the intestines remains

If I am stressed you have to eat me. If I am not stressed you also have to eat me (this will cause me to become stressed)

This quiz puts emphasis on which type is primary or secondary but there are no Fairy/Ghost type mons so we’ll just have to flip the types turnways

Ms. Stella Edgecomb (God)@stellaedgecomb.bsky.social · 2w ago

are you actually fucking kidding me with this

“hey dave didn’t you just say you have a dumb anxiety block about reblogging things that you aren’t personally in, what does it mean that you’re reblogging this” LOOK I’M,M REBLOGGING THIS FOR NORMAL REASONS, PROBABLYL,

harrímþurs@bigenbytch.bsky.social · 4w ago

#sizesky #vore In the stomach of someone who just ate you, and-wait, is that bitch STILL EATING? mounds of masticated salted caramel chocolate bar come gulp by gulp into the already warm and sticky cavern. Unable to do anything but squirm as you're buried, your pred smacking their titanic belly 💜

I know I did a good job with my dumb pun whenever Stella hits me with the “david” c:

Ms. Stella Edgecomb (God)@stellaedgecomb.bsky.social · 4w ago

david i just spat out my morning mountain dew

So I don’t reblog stuff unless I’m directly in it because of extremely dumb paralyzing anxiety but I ought to get friggin over that and just reblog stuff because all y’all do radical things that should be seen by more people Will that actually happen? I mean that Anxiety’s got hands so we’ll see,