DOG111

Hi I’m Dog111 or Dog the Machine, hi hello

[data-not-founddd]

Hello, my name is Dog

> I go by Dog111 (Dog-One-Eleven), Dog the Machine or just Dog

> I wish to be referred to by it/he/him, I’m gay and crazy

> I love people, so don’t be afraid to interact :]

> I am not a true human so I’d rather not be called such, I identify myself as angelkin, borderline nonspecific/aspecies therian.

> I am a minor, so be chill?

> I’m multifandom and post whatever I want but my main fandoms are Rain World, Hollow Knight, and Ultrakill. Other communities are the alterhuman/inhuman space among others.

> I really love grit, gore, and gross weird art. I like bugs, animals, vulture culture. And I really love speculative biology! Love specbio! And I love monsters & horror

> I do art, traditional & digital art, mask and costume making, all manner of craft, music, stories and much more xxx

Tags i use

#my art - the art i make, any medium

#original music - the music i make (once in a blue moon)

#oc posting - my ocs

#(insert name here) (oc) - my ocs’ tags format

#(insert au name here) (au) - my au tags format

Other

i also have a yt channel where i might post music i make and stuff

[utopians]

it's literally all about having a primary public gender and a secondary personal gender

[sentientsky]

it's gonna be okay (/threat)

[wobblebees]

Being a notorious robotlover in the current state of "AI" is the worst. I love robots discovering how they process their feelings in fiction, but when a chatbot pretends it knows how to love it feels like an insult to the craft

[aroace-ryland-grace]

thank GOD I'm transgender and a faggot

[serpentinesomebody]

me, posting stuff for over 7 different fandoms at random all on the same blog:

[sacred-portal]

[eradacted]

It may not be that deep, but I have a shovel and I will make it as deep as I want.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

High key what House of Leaves is meta about

[eradacted]

I know not what House of Leaves is but I wholeheartedly trust your comparison and I shall take it as fact!

[asteroidtroglodyte]

House of Leaves is a book about a man trying to explore the inside of his new home, which proves substantially more difficult than should be possible, due to its non-Euclidean dimensions.

Except that House of Leaves is actually about a documentary about a man trying to explore the inside of his new home, which proves impossible to document properly, due to its non-Euclidean dimensions.

Except that House of Leaves is actually about an academic paper, which itself is about an alleged documentary about an alleged non-Euclidean home, but none of this can be verified.

Except that House of Leaves is just, like, this fucking stack of papers I found in this old dead guy’s apartment, and, like, I don’t even know if its his or what because like both his eyes were gone and he didn’t have any degrees or anything. I tried asking my friend from the tattoo shop about it but she was fixing up this thumper tattoo right above a girl’s pussy the whole time we were talking; like Thumper from Bambi, and I’m not gonna lie man I was pretty distracted and I just couldn’t [XXXXS XXXX XXXX. XXXX XXXX XXX X XXX XX XXXXXXX XXXXXX XX XXXX XX XXXXXX XXXX XXX]^*

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* Editor’s Note: House of Leaves is a metatextual examination of the ability for a minor inconsistency in measurement, which might have been ignored by a normal person, to cause an all-consuming obsession spiral in the sort of person who is academically trained, obsessed with documentation, or overtly pedantic, and-

“Johnny, please, I’m your Mother; I know I have a lot to apologize for but I can’t, not unless you return my letters; are you even getting my letters? I send one every week you know, but I think that nurse keeps them from you, keeps you from getting my letters, because I know, I know my sweet Johnny would never leave his poor old mother rotting away by herself in this horrible drafty ward if he was getting his mother’s letters, would you, sweet boy? I know she’s stealing my letters from you, she’s always touching my things, even though they haven’t moved I know she’s touching them I know she keeps you from me I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know [there’s a limit to what you can know. Some folks bump up against that limit and bounce right off and keep swimming, and some folks, well. Some folks SPLAT]I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know [they just gotta keep digging away at it. Even when it’s not that deep, they just… grab a shovel and keep digging. Lord knows what motivates them. A kind of Madness I suppose. Some folks find GOD in that madness. Not much of a believer myself]I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know

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I know you’ll visit me for Mother’s Day, won’t you?

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*Editor’s Note: he did not

[thisislifebutthisisntliving]

This is my favorite tumblr post of all time

[unyieldingsilence]

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[anzuits]

Rivulet

[neenarchive]

no i don't want you to redirect me to your app i want to look at recipe

[neenarchive]

i am not going to a secondary location with you one of us dies here

[arrownickey]

⛓️ broken but still alive

I don't know what to say, Life's Greatest Illusion is chilling in their chamber and nothing more

[so-many-ocs]

no dude it's so cool how attached you are to that character who is singled out and ostracized due to the external monstrousness that clashes with their internal spark of humanity. and i love how drawn you are to themes of horror and love, nature versus nurture, otherness, isolation, and the abject. i bet you have normal feelings about your own personhood

[mindsmist]

always think of this meme when this scene comes up

[churchofthemimic]

Sorry!

[huanggugugu]

thats illegal people cant do that

[data-not-founddd]

Okay so remember how in the book Rocky is described as having a sort of saucer-shaped body? And he’s got rocks for a shell. Saucer-shaped, rock….. do you think if he tucked his legs in and you threw him really really fast across the water, you could skip him like a stone

[passion-of-l0vers]

lacing my blood with poison so when those mosquitoes try to drink from me theyll be in for a nasty surprise

[passion-of-l0vers]

huh. guys i feel a little funny

[unyieldingsilence]

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