an oddly soothing familiarity... @salvagedporcelaindog - Tumblr Blog

hello, do not read this blog

i am the eldest sister of my system and thus this is our main blog, you can find my brother wylie @esotericmutt and our sister bunnie @buunieplayshard

horrorofdracula-deactivated2023

antique collars + muzzles

(sources 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6)

got my first tattoo (that i didn’t poke myself) today from my buddy @/kokanee8pack on insta

insp by DEATH/BAD GIRL by Black Dresses

dead bitches recognize each other <3

#black dresses #tattoos #devi mccallion #ada rook #death obsessed

claypigeonpottery

I was inspired by livestock guardian dogs with this one

whitmanic

Sorry kitten, daddy's just not really into it tonight. Play with your holes or something idk do you think there's a purpose to this universe. Yes yes your kitty parts are cute I'm just wondering if capitalism was a mistake

beefusturoganoffu

"who's your daddy?" i ask, a question as erotic as it is cheeky and playful, as i watch him push his stigmata holes down to the base of my cock. "You are," replies my sub Jesus Christ of Nazareth, knowing full well the implication. he then reassures me, "I promise."

nosongunsung11

collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

#FARRARARATRAATFAF #FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

civilization-deactivated2030

tender queer is just queer with white woman disease

#YEAH #oh i’ve been trying to say these words

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msexcelfractal

I used to believe that bugs were little robots. Lots of people do, it’s the prevailing opinion next to “i’ve never thought about it”. Then I watched a mother wasp mourn her child. An animal who stretched after a nap and did little dances when her daughters returned from flight. Now she is opening her fourth capped hexagon and finding a pale white stillborn. She grasps the baby gently in her jaws and does not put it down for over 24 hours. Carries her loss, pacing back and forth the length of her enclosure. It is not the behavior of a robot.

So I think about the prior odds. Scenario A, bugs are robots. Why do I believe that? Because they are so tiny. Because if they are not robots then my world [where “insect exterminator” is a job title and I can buy a can of mass death at home depot] does not make sense. They must be insignificant.

The wasp makes me reconsider. Scenario B: her kind are like mine. cry when we are sad and happy when we play. Has this feature evolved many times? Or is it common to all the children of the precambrian worm? Every shark in the ocean swimming in their own feelings. Every bird and every cat knowing the thrill of being alive? The wasp made me realize that my whole moral picture is wrong. We’re not alone on this planet,

#oughhh #as are we

kristina100000

i will always be able to go to my bedroom to listen to my favorite music like this....... fuqq the entire world

ambientstarlight

When people discuss fucking eldritch creatures, they often say things like "oooh yes fuck me with all those tentacles cthulhu daddy ooooh you're so eldritch i'm losing my miiiiiiind"

That shit ain't eldritch. That's barely pelagic.

Consider instead:

My hand is wrapped around your ankle. My hand is grasping your knee. My hand is holding your wrists to the bed. My fingers are intertwined in your hair. My tongue is running between your thighs. My tongue is tracing up and down your hips. My tongue is wrapped around your breast. My eyes are staring into yours. My eyes are boring into your mind. My eyes are tracing your limbs, admiring how soft you are compared to me. My (!@$#^&@ touches your soul. My (!@$#^&@ touches your soul. My (!@$#^&@ touches your soul.

That's the kind of eldritch I'm into.