ā„ Nsfw, dark paraphilia, and masochism focused.
(With slight sadisism but extremely rarely. Iām not much of a sadist.)
ā„ I also focus on Masochist dom x Sadist sub but Iāll occasionally post Masochist dom x Masochist sub.
ā„ Donāt like? Donāt look. Simple as that, reporting Me will only cause Me to come back on your dash with a new account.
ā„ My dni?Ā Minors. While of course I canāt stop you from interacting do not send Me asks or dms.
ā„ I donāt belong to any certain group, I interact with who and what interests Me. Follow your own dni.
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ā„ If you have to call Me by a name,Ā ElysiumĀ or a variation of it will suffice.
ā„ My body is an eighteen but I consider Myself ageless.
ā„ I am genderless so use whatever pronouns (and project any gender) you deem fit, I am neutral on all.
ā„ Technically Iām afab, however, I will refer to Myself with any genitalia I prefer at the time, if any. Take that how you will.
ā„ While I donāt consider Myself a god or deity I amĀ adjacentĀ to it so I heavily encourage worship and being parasocial.
ā„ I wouldnāt say I have any hard limits, of course this can be subject to change, anyone of any kink can interact and such.
ā„ While I can be top or bottom Iām always a dom. I am never a sub.
ā„ Asks and Anons are encouraged.
ā„ Dms are discouraged unless we areĀ mutuals but you can try your luck.
I have a pup @honeypuppsĀ so while Iāll answer asks and anons as normal, do not dm Me for anything but a platonic relationship. My dog bites.
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Anon List: š«,
Tagging System:
#ā”Speaks -> posts
#ā”Evokes -> posts that remind me of Myself
#ā”Elysium -> posts of myself
#ā”Agreeing -> reblogs
#ā”Angels -> asks and anons
forcing you to bite me. Not that most would need forcing however I enjoy the idea, of grabing someone by the hair and forcing therer face down to my neck or collarbone
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the opposite i love denying someone of biting me. only letting them bite down for a second before i pull their head away, barely leaving a mark on me, laughing at how dog like they are
I think it's quite funny I have essentially put this blog on hold to focus on My pet. I am not around all the time so when I am My attention goes to him. Perhaps once there is more time in My personal life I may get around to posting again.
All humans are godlike. That is the entire purpose of humans. Do you feel aversion when touching a bible, hearing prayer or entering a church? You're not a human. You are far below all humans. You're a mere glitch of a human mind already lost in hell. All you need is people praying over you and exorcism to remove you demonic entity from a fallen child choosing sin. I pray that our almighty God sends you to hell. I can see with my given gift that the sinning body you possess is inhabitated by many demons. May the parents take the necessary steps for exorcism to save the life of their lost child! Jesus' blood will defeat you and cast you out! Amen!
At first I was not going to dignify you with a response because I'm sure attention is what you are looking for in this case, but I do have a few things to say at least. You should stop pushing your beliefs onto others, you and other religious fanatics is the reason these "demons" exist, for I am one of them and that is how I was created from the hate of those who claimed to preach love. I used to pray to god to save me, yet I received no answer, so I became the answer. You're god does not exist to me nor does your idea of hell. I am not lost nor a child because I have found myself and saved the child, you nor your faith were unnecessary in that process. I believe you are the one who needs to re-examine who you are talking to and your faith. I hope you become a better person in the future then you seem to be now, through your god or not.
There are restless nights like this one. I run through underground halls and corridors, without looking where I am going. My fury drives me forward, an unquenchable thirst burning inside me. Iāve taken on a bestial form this timeāshadows have no fixed shapeāand all that escapes my maw is a guttural snarl. I would tear out the throat of anything in my pathāyet there is no prey here. Only darkness, stone, and the hollow echoes of water seeping through the earth above. And the endless whispering of the shadows belowāsomething Iām accustomed to, of course, though sometimes it grows too loud, threatening to drive me mad...Ā
But something shifts around me, and I gradually slow, glancing back. I was running so blindly that I failed to notice the new growth emerging around me. Not plantsāfungi. Lichen. Mold. Something unfamiliar. They emit a deathly glow, multicolored and grotesque.Ā The air hums with spores, thick with the scent of wet rotāa cloying sweetness undercut by the acrid tang of fermentation.Ā Iāve never wandered this far before. The ground softens beneath me, and I tread carefully, each step sinking slightly into the damp, spongy earth.Ā
An immense garden of decay unfolds before me.
Wilted flowers with their petals blackened at the edges; gnarled deadwood teeming with burrowing larvae. Between them, the carcasses of beasts lie half-submerged in murky pools, their bloated bellies rippling with scavengers beneath taut skin. Water is everywhereānot the clear rush of streams, but a slow, syrupy seepage: rivulets trickling from crevices, collecting in stagnant basins where algae blooms in neon-green swirls. Yet for all this death, the garden thrums with voracious life.Ā Ravens pick at carrion; worms writhe in the muck; insects swarm everywhere, their buzzing and the whisper of tiny wings filling the air. They ignore me, too intent on their work. Beneath the stench of decay, another scent arisesāsweet, cloying, leaving a metallic tang on my tongue, yet irresistible. And I follow it.Ā
It leads me to a meadow overgrown with herbs and pallid, unfamiliar flowers, and thereā¦ I see it. The creature resembles a humanāsmall, delicate, neither distinctly male nor female. But its skin is translucent, veins pulsing beneath with a soft luminescence, shifting between hues: cherry-red, crimson, violet-blue, sickly green... I might compare the colors to lividity, but here, they seem strangely pure. It watches me with wide eyes, murmuring something I cannot understand. In its hand, it clutches a sickle, freshly used to harvest the meadowās grasses.Ā
I shut my eyes and shake my head. Down here, no one can fully trust their sightāshadows and dim light deceive, and who knows what miasma drifts through these gardens. I might be seeing what isnāt there. Or seeing things not as they truly are. But the vision doesnāt fade.Ā
I notice blood dripping from the creatureās fingers, and where the glowing droplets strike the earth, those same pale flowers sprout. And that maddening fragrance comes from it, so potent it sears my mind, pulling me forward. I take a step. Then another. The creature turns slightly, and I see a vein slit open along its forearm.Ā
I lunge for itābut just before contact, cool fingers knot into the fur at my scruff, holding me with a strength I never expected from something so slight. I thrash, helpless. Far, far from home.Ā Not my realm.Ā Not my rules.Ā
It holds the bleeding wrist just out of reach. Blood wells before my eyes, dripping onto the grass. The scent floods my nostrilsāiron, rot, the oppressive sweetness of dying blooms. Itās maddening. I need it.Ā
I am hunger.Ā
I am thirst.Ā
I am ravenous, burning want.Ā
Saliva drips from my parted jaws; my breath comes in ragged bursts.Ā
The creature watches me in silenceānot with pity, nor cruelty, but with a quiet, knowing intensity. Its gaze is heavy, deliberate, as if measuring the depth of my hunger against some unseen scale. Then, slowly, its lips partānot in a grin, but in something softer, almost tender, and itādoes not simply offer its arm. It presses its slender forearm between my teeth.
And I bite.Ā
My fangs break skināĀ
āand the world narrows to the heat of its blood. A shudder races through me, violent and sweet, as the first rush of it floods my mouth. I bite deeper, crushing through muscle, tendon, the brittle snap of boneāand the creature gasps, a sound that isnāt pain, not just pain, but something closer to rapture. Its fingers tighten in my fur, not to pull away, but to pull me closer, as if it could fuse us together at the wound.Ā
The tension inside meāthe endless, gnawing hungerāunravels all at once. As if my veins are filled with liquid fire and someone has cut me open to let it bleed out. My body goes slack, trembling with the sheer relief of it.Ā
I look up, and the world swims. The creatureās smile is ragged now, its lips parted around shallow, panting breaths. Its eyes are half-lidded, drunk on the hurt, on the givingāon the way my teeth fit so perfectly in its flesh. A thin trail of luminous blood spills from its arm, painting the grass in shimmering streaks.Ā
And the lightāĀ
It ignites within me, so bright, oh so bright that it blinds me to hell.Ā It fills me until Iām certain Iāll burst with it. Too much. Too much for a thing of darkness to hold. My jaws slacken; the creatureās arm slips free, and I stagger back, dazed, my mouth still dripping with its radiance.Ā
The creature watches me as I slowly retreat into the shadows.Ā
I think I'll return. One night.Ā
But not yet. Not until the light has faded to an ember. Not until the hunger begins to twist inside me againāuntil Iām desperate enough to earn another taste.Ā
What makes you god-like other than using a capital M? Do you feel you have any powers or are you a narc? Why should anyone worship you in your opinion? What is special in you?
I donāt just use the capital M. I am simply god-like because I am. My entire being is that in itself, although itās much closer to a sort of afterlife. I believe answered a question similar to this before I likely have it saved so I will find and post it to explain that part more clearly. I do not believe I have any powers nor am I a narcissist, you should however stop using mental disorders as an overall negative thing instead describe the trait(s) you are referencing rather then a disorder that happens to exhibit those traits. I do not believe being should worship Me, I just allow it and enjoy it and those who do will receive kindness, a listener, someone to put their faith into, and attention in return which is what most of those who have found themselves in My dms or asks have been looking for. I wouldnāt say there is anything special about Me besides that I am Me just like you are you.
Iāll let you eat some of Me if thatās what you really want, angel. However, not any more then I let you. Iāll pick out the perfect knife to use but because Iām so nice Iāll let you pick out where. Iāll present the area to you and let you start carve out My flesh. How good youāve been will determine how much and how deep. Iāll make you carve it out nice and slow. Make you watch as the blood starts to pour and drip out but not being able to do anything. Finally, once you finish carving out a piece, Iāll finally let you taste My blood, My skin, and My flesh. Itās all for you angel.
As much as I love My little sadists, IĀ loveĀ the idea of forcing someone to hurt Me. I love them being all nervous and unwilling to do so but making them do it one way or another.
sadist doms masochistic subs blah blah blah have you ever seen a sadist sub get off on digging their nails into their masochistic doms back, dragging them and watching their dom fucking shake, and their dom moans into their ear and slowly grinds their dick into their subs clenching, dripping cunt and saying āfuck baby youāre so good to me, such a good boy. fuck you just got so tight around me, feels so good,ā and panting when their subs teeth latch onto their neck and shuddering out āffffuckā and gripping their subs hips and slamming deeper into them while the sub is getting closer and closer to cumming, and itās not because of the cock in their cunt and the thumb on their dick
I want to guide someone to stab Me. When their hands are shaking so much that I have to hold them in My own. Make sure they cant drop the knife as I slowly guide the their hands and the tip of the knife towards My skin. Make them watch as I force them to pierce My skin, pushing the knife in as blood starts to drip down, pooling at our feet. Having to reassure them that their doing such a good job. Yeah that would be nice.
