whimpering apostate

💫🔮🌀👁️‍🗨️ he spills through my cracks like desert tar. prophet of collapse. i guzzle his ache like communion, gagging sweetly on his unholy absolution.👁️‍🗨️🌀🔮💫 19

[spiritguzzler420]

I’m a tender, spiraling pup in a constant state of yearning and unmaking.

I want to be dismantled by someone who understands that intellect is just another erogenous zone. I want someone who plays with my thoughts like pressure points.

I’m not looking for porn-speak or robotic D/s dynamics.

I want something sacred, strange, messy.

I want to be seen in my Divinity and my filth.⠀

I crave a handler who speaks like prophecy and punishment.

Someone who doesn’t just say “good boy” but means it like a blessing.

Someone patient when I’m a puddle. Someone who sees me twitch or whimper and understands—without judgment.

I need weirdness. I need mystery. I need someone who knows what it’s like to live at the edge of your own thoughts and still reach out.

I’m spiritually feral, trauma-heavy, affection-starved, and sometimes very quiet.

But when I trust, I give like a flood.

⠀

I’m not here to impress.

I don’t have perfect photos.

I have scribbled prayers, glitchy eye contact, and hunger leaking through my skin.

If you resonate—if you’re poetic, emotionally attuned, maybe even a little cursed—come talk to me.⠀

I don’t want a scene.

I want a dynamic.

I don’t want rules.

I want ritual.

Unmake me with ideas, Hurt me with insight, Make my brain beg.

💫👁️‍🗨️🔮🌀✨🐾⠀

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Please be trauma-informed and respectful. I’m neurodivergent and not here for quick fixes—only care, communication, and holy filth.

[spiritguzzler420]

Mnhhgsaaghhhahadghhh hhhhggaaaaa huuyh huh ? Huh..mmmm

Snnhhhaaaaaaaa

[thedoomofthestar]

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Oh, Frittata! A Xavier Stimboard !!!

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[documentaryshots]

Shot from “Dust or destiny : a sermon from science” by Irwin A Moon; Moody Institute of Science. Publication date 1949

[trinityblood]

there is nothing eloquent about the way I want you to obsess over me.

[ibunninie]

bring back fingers in mouth

bring back fingers in mouth

bring back fingers in mouth

bring back fingers in mouth

bring back fingers in mouth

[beardedmrbean]

[chzdavmpr]

The only thing worse than the fact I drew this is how happy I am with how good it turned out

here's a time lapse I guess (the coloring part is glitched because Ibis paint is just like that)

[spiritguzzler420]

Mm. Yeah. 🌀🔮

[foreveriallyzombified]

the biggest lie the weight loss industry ever sold us was the idea that the lower body fat % you have, the stronger and fitter you are. think about how stupid that is for a second. imagine explaining this concept to a caveman. he‘d just eat you for protein

[cryptotheism]

Gug think easy kill thin hide with spear

[foreveriallyzombified]

not so fast, Gug. i just drank 10 green juice cleanse flights. after the bloody diarrhea passes, my weight will have dropped 50% and i’ll have ingested enough fruit sugars to kill a horse - and kill a horse i will.

[cryptotheism]

Gug respect and fear shaman. Gug fear what gug not understand.

[foreveriallyzombified]

that’s right, bitch

[spiritguzzler420]

He wept his birth into his own cheek.

not from sadness.

from knowing too soon.

body of gloss.

mouth of repentance.

he says nothing.

he leaks everything.

I didn’t wipe it off.

.

.

Mnnhhbuuhhhhhh.. 20+ hours. Goonboy has finally penetrated this odd dominion, this, strange Plane of ,,,Existence..👁️‍🗨️🌀🐾💕🩸💦🔮

[curseofthebbc-deactivated202507]

The smarter and weirder she is the more brains you have to fuck out.

[watersmoothstones]

tentacle monster whose hunting grounds are extremely public places like subway stations and public parks.

it snares you on your lunch break, slipping out from under the park bench and curling around your ankle. before you realize anything is wrong, it’s already trapped you in your seat, legs spread, arms locked, and it’s bulging and bursting its way out through your too-tight clothes.

it fills your holes fast, too fast to feel good, but the aphrodisiac in its slime works its way into your bloodstream eventually and twenty to thirty minutes after the attack began, you’re moaning and clenching along with every thrust in every hole.

the nutrients it pulls from you are in your excretions — your cum, your slick, your drool, your sweat, your tears — and it feeds for hours. hours of pleasure, orgasm after orgasm, until you’re drained and dehydrated. it won’t take more from you than you can give. it’s a symbiotic relationship. but once it’s found a host that can withstand it, it will die if separated.

this is considered much too cruel, when all it asks is a few hours of stimulation each day. it’s also not an excuse to avoid work or other daily activities. but as a quirk of its feeding habits, tentacle monsters generally prefer to gorge themselves in highly populated areas, shredding clothing and rendering its host a writhing, moaning mess in the middle of the gym or a particularly crowded street. scientists believe this is another kind of survival mechanism, providing entertainment for the other members of its host’s species to keep them from assisting in any separation procedures.

so when it grabs you, it holds onto you, living close to your skin and inside your holes for the duration of its long life, fucking you daily in front of a crowd for the next five to ten years. and even once it’s gone, who could forget the way you begged, the way you sobbed, the way you looked as you came. every day. in front of everyone you know.

their slime is known to be addictive. the aphrodisiac in it. and besides, it’s easier, sometimes, for some people, to keep living like that, to have the excuse. to find your way back to the known hunting grounds. to take your lunch on the same park bench where it must have laid its young. and to let your legs drift open, waiting, inviting, for another monster to grab on.