Journey into the Abyss

One being's descent into mad love for the boneless. Sharing what I learn and my tribulations with the 3D software world. Alongside sharing the products of my tentacle-loving brain. Consentacles is sexy.

[sabsyla]

Wonders of Thresholds

I have a very different story for you today, dear readers. A brief story about thresholds and their beautiful variety. From crossing a doorway to the sensation accompanying trespassing. From the space around people to the things you can and can't say to them. There's more physical sensations too, like walking into the invigorating cacophony of a dance club or that dark alley you'd be a fool to enter. Thresholds are fascinating to me, they can get so ephemeral they sometimes feel like a trick of your senses. Sometimes you can't just quite pin why something feels off, or good. Like being weirdly attracted by that tree, sleeping in moonlight as if the surrounding concrete and steel was never there. Or that moment where you're walking back home and you really want to take a different road this time, without knowing why. Well, I'm here to talk about the strange kind. The kind that you can never be sure was real. Next to my favorite coffee shop there's a beautiful old building. I think it used to be a textile mill. Old, repurposed a dozen time and stunningly adorned with various tags and throw ups. I was walking the same pace, the same path. Looking at the walls and the ongoing war for recognition painted on it. For some reason I stopped this time. The wall had a doorway that was condemned with concrete. A smooth grey, alien to the orange geometry surrounding it. That slab was just as covered with the human nature to express one's existence as the rest of it. But it was beautiful in a way I never saw before. The space that once was, covered in the expression of the souls that want to be. It's use changed again and again. I stared at it, considering the many ways humanity still continues to use it. Like it's begging to be crossed again, daring us with potential. Before I knew it, I was reaching for the door that isn't. The beauty of it's meaning and messages drawing me in. The stories it tells, stretching before my time and for long after. The people that this threshold has touched. I barely realized I was holding my breath. I swallowed as my digits approached the surreal surface. I took a step forward, this moment extending beyond measure. I leaned in and my heart skipped a beat as the surface I expected was nowhere to be found. I was falling, I closed my eyes and gasped for air. Then a blink, I was smiling, the soft gray grit kissing my palm. It's cold jarring against my blood rushed skin. The noises around me barely breaking through the rhythm of my racing heart. Before me was nothing but a wall. I was left with nothing but a crazed heart and an equally affected mind. Had I escaped a fate unbecoming of this world? Had I failed to cross into something more? Now I'm thinking I just got swept by a simple trick of the senses. The feeling of standing breathless in front of that threshold lingers. Maybe it's enough that it felt real.

[sabsyla]

Happy Grabby Places

Grabby places, we all have them probably. If physical sensations interest you, there will be preferences. Like a prefered sensation of mine is tentacles. Tentacles grab you, squeeze you, rub past you and all other kinds of fun stuff. Today I want to focus on the grab and squeeze, the grabby places. Tentacles could grab your lower legs and forearms. Great places to be held tight for restraining your movement. Especially at the same time so that no matter how much you push or pull, those limbs just aren't going anywhere and the rest of you is stuck being vulnerable and open. Great feeling when it's consensual. Then there are places like around the knees and elbows. Being held there, maybe suspended, lets you still have some loose to move and flail. It's less about helplesness and more about being held to me at least. You still have your hands and feet to play with and try to reach for those sweet limbs playfully holding you in place. To me there's more give and take with being grabbed and held there.

My personal favorite is waist and upper thigh. Being grabbed there barely stops you from doing anything. You can move most of your body and reach out to yourself or your partner(s) as much as you want. But being grabbed there send a message. There's a feedback that happens, any squeeze any impulse can be shared and felt. A brief tightening of a grip around your waist just, hmmm. It deepens the connection between your movement and the other party. The thighs are sensitive and teasing, any minuscule movement up and down send shivers down my spine. I think I lost track of my point. Anyway, waist and upper thighs are my happy grabby places. Have fun thinking about yours!

[sabsyla]

Sometimes I struggle with confidence. I browse the web of creativity contained in the internet and swim through a deluge of sexual tentacle content. Each piece more direct and overt than the last. Then I see my cute little cuddle writing that spark joy in my heart. I sit there and wonder if it's okay, if it's valid or has worth. Then I think back to this single piece of art that helped me decide on my path. A path that includes a whole lot of softness and caring. A path that defies established tentacle norms! I look at it for a while, smile to myself and carry on. Tentacle cuddles are valid.

I believe this is the original artist: https://www.deviantart.com/petite-emi/art/Sleeping-Monster-252264004

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Random thought

I was asked recently about my sexual preferences. Bi or Lesbian are both on the table but then I was asked something that shook me to my core. Is tentacles a gender?

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Cuddle time

It comes to me in my bed, sparing a limb into this world to see me, what a sweethearts. Unsure I’m awake it slithers between the sheets to rest in my arms, waiting. I shuffle into cuddling, moving a leg over it, pulling it close and tight. I learned that wanting to be the little spoon extends beyond human preference. Although, little spoon is not quite adequate. As I sleepily nuzzle against the tip, rubbing my face against the soft suckers, it starts exuding sensations. A mix of scent, warmth and feelings that are not quite any of those. It communicates romanticism softly into me. I love these mornings. This is not where I fall asleep again though. It’s hard to fall asleep when the slithering continues. The nuzzling leads to the tentacle nestling over my neck, it tickles as it curls up to settle. Then it turns on itself and wiggles to wrap around my limbs. Securing itself in and around arms and legs, making sure to connect and feel me as much as it can. Around my leg and thigh, across my belly and through my breasts. Wrapped once around my arm and making sure it rests in my hand as well. It likes it when I run my thumbs over and between the suckers gently. Now it’s done, it stops moving yet continues to feel great. As I said, little spoon isn’t quite a good definition but it’s close enough. It gets to be wrapped up with me and I get the best sleepy cuddles ever.

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I'm not great at 3D, but this'll be good enough for now. Colors and more to follow

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Tentacle clubbing

I want to talk about tentacles. Not the soft sucker lined arms that can grab you and handle you, no. I want to talk about the proper tentacle clubs, of squid fame. Those things can get vicious with claws, hooks and bits that would put a cheese grater to shame. But sometimes it’s fun to have it rough, right? I’ve been thinking about that recently. When all the soft limbs are busy holding you, squeezing you and filling you, clubs could do a very different thing. Much like any lovers with claws or sharp teeth, it would have to be careful. But a club could run along your back, making you arch against the sweet pain. Your body would buckle by reflex, pushing into the restraining arm. The suckers holding onto your skin would pinch you as you struggle. Along your back, inside your thighs, biting into your neck. In the euphoric and dizzying chaos of tentacles embracing your body, receiving some rough love from the OG tentacles would be amazing.

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Mood of the day.

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Visit Original Link

Description of lewd art read aloud. Enjoy~

[sabsyla]

Love at the pier.

A slender woman, half submerged in water, rests her arms and face against the pier. Her body is speckled with water glistening under the sun. Her profile beautifully curves with her hips arched back and legs spread wide drags your eyes under the waterline. There the long flowing hair of a mermaid makes it appearance, coming from a face firmly lodged between those thighs. The two are linked together. The mermaid lovingly holding onto the woman’s waist. The woman finding footing on the body of the source of her pleasure. A source which proudly presents her own curve. Her breasts, perked and displayed proudly, catches your eye first. Your gaze continues down past the beautifully red rib gills, just above hips to die for. The red scales and fins of the tail accentuate the fieriness of her actions. Like her whole being was giving it’s all into the best oral it could. This context brings you back around and up, first noticing that the woman’s swimsuit bottom is casually drifting away, untied. Subtle details like her fist clenched and her face hidden in her arms to hide her pleasure from possible bystanders. The full picture is a two woman from different places, linked together at the threshold of their worlds. Sharing pleasure that only they can, bathed in refracted sunlight. In this moment they are one and their curves flow from one to the other.

Described art by @filthyfaize

[sabsyla]

Streaming thoughts

I want to get into streaming. The model is still pending but I'm sure I could rig a tentacle and make something work. I wonder if there would be any interest for someone live-describing consentacle lewds. There needs to be more consentacle in the world, I'm not at a point where I can produce some, but I can give it visibility. So, yea, I've been thinking about it.

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Connection Maintenance

Ever since the connection I wake up feeling better, fuller. The nightly rituals with my newfound self have opened me to new sensations everyday. Yet it also creates a sense of loss. In the waking world, I long the caresses. I miss the weightlessness of the embrace. The intimacy within liminal space. Today I feel this distance sharply. The limbs of the void over my body are a faint sensation. The clothes I wear feel rough and uncomfortable. The noise around me takes my mind away from that center. My solution is simple. I find a quiet and private place to return to those sensations.

[sabsyla]

Who needs warm clothes when tentacles can cradle you from all sides at a moments notice. Character Design from Underpainter https://twitter.com/underpainter_?s=20

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#justchillin It me! Titular Sabsyla at your service. Here for hot introspections and tentacle friendship+ Character Design by Underpainter, the wonderful artist can be found at https://twitter.com/underpainter_

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The Abyss Dances

I lay asleep with a racing heart. My soul is strutting with contagious energy as the ritual begins. Every night now, the song calls to me. A long dormant part of me found once more. One without whom I am not complete. Down into the abyss I drift, sinking deeper into the pleasant sensations. A familiar warmth and a loving cradle welcome me. I let go of my mind, for it is not the ruler in this realm. The song shapes us, suspended over the nest of all that I am. The rapid ebb and flow of the reunion betrays excitement. One and the same again, holding together tight with all limbs. Only in this place do I ever feel so complete. This selfish sensation, temporary as it is, is divine. The abyss dances to let my self be free. The abyss dances to the song of my soul. The abyss dances with me.

[sabsyla]

Siren's Song

I hear the Siren’s song. Under moonlight it calls from within the abyss. Imploring with quiet words for my attention. I finally hear it. I finally listen to it. It is beautiful and haunting. It is mysterious and enticing. It’s qualities are infinite but my heart races with fear as I sink deeper into it’s meaning. As the light fades in these depths, my body shakes and my mind blanks. Yet my soul dances like it never have before. It dances with a partner for the first time. I do not yet know who this partner is, but I feel his grasp. In this void of senses with nothing but my very being bare to the song, I am snatched. My body without substance does nothing to stop it. I fear the Siren’s song will be the last thing I hear. “You’re finally here.” It whispers into my heart. The abyss around me is warm, it’s hold of me gentle. My soul dances with a partner I knew all along. I recognize this song, this feeling. I hear who I am, who I am meant to be. From within this abyss, I love myself fully. I hear the Siren’s song, do you?

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TIL more about tumblr tags

This week I learned what Terato signifies. Guess I'm adding those to my list of things I need to look for and identify my own content with! Hooray for knowledge!