u/BeaBounsweet

“Yeah yeah, sure. Family. Friends. I get it, the whole works. I, KNOW all that. I’ve been watching you for the past 2 weeks. I’ve taken the care to know everything I need to about you. I just don’t CARE about you. The only reason you’re here, is cause I’m sick, and you’re going to be my medicine\~”

Heya, I’m Bea! And I’m looking to do a role play where I, as the pred, have gone full apathetic psycho, learning what’s necessary to pack you away into my body, and not care about any of it.

My only limits are micro prey, underage, and feral. I have preferences for anal vore over any other hole, and have a preference for feminine prey, but I’ll take it all \~

Please DM me with a little bit about yourself, and we can get chatting on getting you packed away \~

“Yeah yeah, sure. Family. Friends. I get it, the whole works. I, KNOW all that. I’ve been watching you for the past 2 weeks. I’ve taken the care to know everything I need to about you. I just don’t CARE about you. The only reason you’re here, is cause I’m sick, and you’re going to be my medicine~”

Heya, I’m Bea! And I’m looking to do a role play where I, as the pred, have gone full apathetic psycho, learning what’s necessary to pack you away into my body, and not care about any of it.

My only limits are micro prey, underage, and feral. I have preferences for anal vore over any other hole, and have a preference for feminine prey, but I’ll take it all ~

Please DM me with a little bit about yourself, and we can get chatting on getting you packed away ~

"The first thing you notice is the silence.

Not the absence of sound. There was PLENTY of that. The low electric hum of fluorescent lights overhead, the endless hiss of recycled air moving through vents. Somewhere beyond the walls, hidden machinery pulsed with a slow metallic rhythm that carried faintly through the floor. But every sound felt shallow, restrained, as though the corridor itself absorbed noise before it could fully exist.

Yet my footsteps echoed anyway.

The hallway stretched endlessly ahead, lined with reinforced steel doors embedded seamlessly into matte walls. No windows. No visible seams beyond the thin outlines around each chamber. Security cameras rotated overhead with precision, tracking movement for a fraction too long before returning to their programmed arcs. Sterile white light spilled from recessed fixtures in the ceiling, cold enough to make the skin feel exposed. The air smelled clean in the way hospitals smell clean. Antiseptic, dry, artificial.

The deeper into the sector the walk continued, the heavier the atmosphere got. Not physically heavy, nothing tangible enough to explain in a report, but enough that breathing started to feel more deliberate. The mechanical hum overhead seemed louder here, vibrating faintly inside my skull. Every instinct stayed alert, searching for a reason it couldn’t identify to be afraid. Something about this place felt wrong. Not dangerous, just wrong.

Then the final door came into view.

Unlike the others, this chamber jutted outward from the wall in thick overlapping layers of reinforced steel, massive locking mechanisms running vertically along the frame. Hydraulic pistons sat recessed into the ceiling above it, large enough to force the entire structure shut in seconds if needed.

Standing in front of it felt like standing near the edge of deep water at night. The kind where the mind becomes aware of depth without ever seeing it.

A sharp mechanical tone sounded overhead.

Somewhere inside the walls, enormous locks disengaged one by one with heavy metallic clangs that reverberated through the corridor floor. Pressure hissed violently from overhead vents as the chamber door slowly began to separate down the center.

For a moment, only darkness waited beyond.

Then the opening widened.

The room inside was almost disappointingly plain. Concrete walls. A narrow bed tucked into the corner beneath a recessed light. No restraints. No blood. No signs of damage or struggle. It looked less like a containment chamber and more like an isolated apartment buried underground. And sitting at the edge of the bed was a... person?

Just a person.

No deformities, no impossible anatomy, no visible indication whatsoever that this was something capable of requiring a vault door several feet thick. They sat perfectly still beneath the sterile overhead light, posture relaxed, hands resting loosely in their lap. Watching.

The feeling that settled in at that moment was somehow worse than if there had been claws or teeth.

Because the eyes fixed on me carried none of the confusion or exhaustion you’d expect from someone locked away underground.

Only... Understanding."

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Heya! I'm Kris (Or Bea, both work)! And I understand that that was a loooooottttt, and a lot of people won't read it! That's okay :3

I'm looking to do a roleplay in a bit of an SCP type environment! The idea being that the human pursuit of order led to the creation of what was essentially deified Entropy. True order in the form of total abyss, within the comprehensible walls of a human body. Entropy isn't malevolent, simply just aware it is the end. I want to act Entropy as something very soft spoken, like a caring reaper. And to understand, and even try to grant the wishes of those it knows will end within!

If this interests you, please, shoot me a message, and let's talk some preferences and limits! And see how you’d handle feeling like you were in control~

"The first thing you notice is the silence.

Not the absence of sound. There was PLENTY of that. The low electric hum of fluorescent lights overhead, the endless hiss of recycled air moving through vents. Somewhere beyond the walls, hidden machinery pulsed with a slow metallic rhythm that carried faintly through the floor. But every sound felt shallow, restrained, as though the corridor itself absorbed noise before it could fully exist.

Yet my footsteps echoed anyway.

The hallway stretched endlessly ahead, lined with reinforced steel doors embedded seamlessly into matte walls. No windows. No visible seams beyond the thin outlines around each chamber. Security cameras rotated overhead with precision, tracking movement for a fraction too long before returning to their programmed arcs. Sterile white light spilled from recessed fixtures in the ceiling, cold enough to make the skin feel exposed. The air smelled clean in the way hospitals smell clean. Antiseptic, dry, artificial.

The deeper into the sector the walk continued, the heavier the atmosphere got. Not physically heavy, nothing tangible enough to explain in a report, but enough that breathing started to feel more deliberate. The mechanical hum overhead seemed louder here, vibrating faintly inside my skull. Every instinct stayed alert, searching for a reason it couldn’t identify to be afraid. Something about this place felt wrong. Not dangerous, just wrong.

Then the final door came into view.

Unlike the others, this chamber jutted outward from the wall in thick overlapping layers of reinforced steel, massive locking mechanisms running vertically along the frame. Hydraulic pistons sat recessed into the ceiling above it, large enough to force the entire structure shut in seconds if needed.

Standing in front of it felt like standing near the edge of deep water at night. The kind where the mind becomes aware of depth without ever seeing it.

A sharp mechanical tone sounded overhead.

Somewhere inside the walls, enormous locks disengaged one by one with heavy metallic clangs that reverberated through the corridor floor. Pressure hissed violently from overhead vents as the chamber door slowly began to separate down the center.

For a moment, only darkness waited beyond.

Then the opening widened.

The room inside was almost disappointingly plain. Concrete walls. A narrow bed tucked into the corner beneath a recessed light. No restraints. No blood. No signs of damage or struggle. It looked less like a containment chamber and more like an isolated apartment buried underground. And sitting at the edge of the bed was a... person?

Just a person.

No deformities, no impossible anatomy, no visible indication whatsoever that this was something capable of requiring a vault door several feet thick. They sat perfectly still beneath the sterile overhead light, posture relaxed, hands resting loosely in their lap. Watching.

The feeling that settled in at that moment was somehow worse than if there had been claws or teeth.

Because the eyes fixed on me carried none of the confusion or exhaustion you’d expect from someone locked away underground.

Only... Understanding."

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Heya! I'm Kris (Or Bea, both work)! And I understand that that was a loooooottttt, and a lot of people won't read it! That's okay :3

I'm looking to do a roleplay in a bit of an SCP type environment! The idea being that the human pursuit of order led to the creation of what was essentially deified Entropy. True order in the form of total abyss, within the comprehensible walls of a human body. Entropy isn't malevolent, simply just aware it is the end. I want to act Entropy as something very soft spoken, like a caring reaper. And to understand, and even try to grant the wishes of those it knows will end within!

If this interests you, please, shoot me a message, and let's talk some preferences and limits!

Heya! I'm Bea! I'm a switch, heavy pred leaning, looking to do a rp as a quiet and nerdy boy in some situation with a much more outgoing feminine figure. exact situations are up for discussion, and id love to brainstorm some interesting and possibly even ridiculous content!

as far as preferences go, my only requirement period is that it be same size. as a pred I'm pretty much a garbage disposal, so while I have a preference for female prey, I'll take absolutely anyone into my guts! as a prey, I'm quite a bit more picky however... I'm looking for an outgoing and energetic pred, required to be female or femboy, preferably a bit submissive, and okay with doing non fatal (i know I'm so pickyyyy).

if you believe either set of descriptions apply to you, please feel free to reach out, I'm happy to connect with anyone\~!

Heya! I'm Bea! I'm a switch, heavy pred leaning, looking to do a rp as a quiet and nerdy boy in some situation with a much more outgoing feminine figure. exact situations are up for discussion, and id love to brainstorm some interesting and possibly even ridiculous content!

as far as preferences go, my only requirement period is that it be same size. as a pred I'm pretty much a garbage disposal, so while I have a preference for female prey, I'll take absolutely anyone into my guts! as a prey, I'm quite a bit more picky however... I'm looking for an outgoing and energetic pred, required to be female or femboy, preferably a bit submissive, and okay with doing non fatal (i know I'm so pickyyyy).

if you believe either set of descriptions apply to you, please feel free to reach out, I'm happy to connect with anyone~!

Heya! I'm Bea! I'm a switch, heavy pred leaning, looking to do a rp as a quiet and nerdy boy in some situation with a much more outgoing feminine figure. exact situations are up for discussion, and id love to brainstorm some interesting and possibly even ridiculous content!

as far as preferences go, my only requirement period is that it be same size. as a pred I'm pretty much a garbage disposal, so while I have a preference for female prey, I'll take absolutely anyone into my guts! as a prey, I'm quite a bit more picky however... I'm looking for an outgoing and energetic pred, required to be female or femboy, preferably a bit submissive, and okay with doing non fatal (i know I'm so pickyyyy).

if you believe either set of descriptions apply to you, please feel free to reach out, I'm happy to connect with anyone~!

Heya! Name's Bea! And I'm a near strict pred, looking to experience the other side of the fence a bit! Though of course, if any of you want to serve as my meal, I'm happy to oblige at all times~

Now, as a pred I may be a bit of a garbage disposal, but as a prey i am unfortunately a bit picky. I'm looking for a gentle pred, preferably submissive, and very feminine (with a preference for femboys actually!), that is willing to do non fatal anal vore. If this is you, please reach out so we can brainstorm some scenarios and cover overall kinks~!

Heya! I'm Bea! and I'm looking for some lovely darlings to serve as my casual toys and meals for the night!

I'm not interested in knowing you, or caring for you (in rp ofc, id love to know you outside of it!), and quite frankly I dont even care who you are on the looks level. All I care is that you're big, my size or larger, and that you're squirmy~

If you want to be nothing more than fat and byproducts, feel free to shoot me a message~