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@duppydogblog
did you know? Plushies love to form cuddlepiles together, and they'd love for you to join them
(you might be a plush too by the time they let you out)
Being gently beckoned along by a plushie girl, laying your head on one's soft, fuzzy tummy. Another plush laying on top of you, sandwiching you between them. you were worried at first, but something about them soothes you...
You let out a sigh, sinking into felt and fluff while your new friends cuddle you... "Thanks," one of them says, as her paws gently rub your cheeks. they're so cushy, so warm... You ask her what for, and they both giggle. "For being so nice to us! You're always so sweet."
You don't think that's true, but you can't find the energy to protest... One of them tries to hold your hand, and you can tell its paw is *not* meant for any serious grabbing... It's just a big, puffy, padded bapper... another one nuzzles your cheek with a satin nose, and you arch your back...
soft kisses, girly titters and soft-spoken praise... they all love you so much.
by the time you wake up, you feel heavier in places... Yet lighter overall? you're still in bed (ah, no- you're laying on your friend)! You look up to see her gazing down at you, a warm stitched smile on her face. "Good morning, sleepyhead~" Had it really been an entire night? She giggles.
She nudges your head, and you look down at the acres of soft, silky fur you have. (Once you look past your new mounds) No wonder you felt so warm all over... Your stitches line your body like tiny little valleys.
Clasping your paws fills you with an indescribable euphoria... You can't imagine holding a pen with these. and yet, you feel a little... thin? Your plushie 'skin' wrinkles in spots, especially at your joints.
One of the plushies in the pile takes your paw, and *SQUEEZES* it, causing you to jolt and let out an embarassing, vulnerable sound. They're all fawning over you now! And you blush... "Hehe, sorry hon! I just had to~" the plushie says, letting go for now, "But, hmmm, I see the problem..."
"Come along now, we need to get you all nice and properly stuffed~"💙
My mental is in a place rn where I sigh whenver I'm asked how I'm doing
i have theories who do i contact.
[ image description: a black and white drawing of a airplane puppy hybrid, curled up fetus position, labelled Planelet. ]
[ image description: a black and white drawing of an airplane with dog paws, three airplane puppies nursing off its 6 rear teats.]
me, about to get exucuted (notices the exucutioner is nonbinary)
me: "hello nonbinary exucutioner"
Please???? you can break my clanker wife (affectionately) or even fvck her yourself if you want to, sharing is caring and circuits are cute hehe-
(artwork above commisioned at https://bsky.app/profile/hukods0806.bsky.social btw)
Dolls Don't Have Parents
I'm so sorry. But your daughter is dead. She's right in front of you. She's been shattered into three and then accreted to five and then shattered again into four and a million pieces. Your daughter was never real. Your daughter is still here, in front of you, with all the same memories and jokes and it's the same as it ever was. Your daughter is dead. Your daughter has changed her body in ways you barely comprehend. Your daughter has a piercing and cuff and a collar and strange henna markings on her hands and mysterious bruises on her body. Your daughter is dead. Your daughter feels different sometimes. She's hyperactive then acerbic, sociable then withdrawn. She's always busy and doesn't tell you much unless you prod and pry. She has knowledge that challenges your own, in areas you considered yourself learned. Your daughter is in front of you and wishes she was anywhere else. Your daughter is processing the trauma that you gave her and that she couldn't identify for 20 years. Your daughter is learning about a religion that seems strange and scary to you. Your daughter is dead. Your daughter is a ruthless bitch who's not quite a person. Your daughter is a hyperactive reptilian hedonist. Your daughter is a tired spiritualist bearing the fire of a goddess in her soul. Your daughter is an age regressing goth.
The doll is not your daughter. It ate what pieces were not taken by the others, but it is not your daughter. It looks like her, even mostly sounds like her, but it is not your daughter.
Dolls, after all, do not have parents
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Are you having a bad day? Aww I'm sorry, would sitting between two competitive dommes who take turns touching you, each trying to make your brain melt more than the other, make you feel better?
Teaser of a movie I am working on! Entitled "Paraphilic Paradox Paradigm". It will be a surrealist experimental film about my self ship hehe. Will be uploaded on vimeo in a month or two
On tumblr too
companies shouldn't be using "we" in their language, that belongs to girls with dissociative identity disorder
hey. if someone tries to smear you on the internet for something asinine, what you need to do is block every single person engaging with the post and remind yourself that absolutely under no circumstances are you obligated to draft a PR response defending some out-of-context screenshot or kink fanfiction or thing you said when you were 15 or whatever put your blood in the water. you are not a public figure or a brand. you do not have to respond to something if you know in your heart it is bullshit.
I translated it as best I could😌
anatomy of a humiliation