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18+ BLOG 🫀 22 Y/O

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This is my 18+ blog, I block empty/ageless blogs

STAR you can also call me DOGMEAT, I like to draw blood and guts and make art

I love art and I love seeing things I have inspired! Feel free to show me your work!

★ Dogmeat is not a character, he is a part of me

[hollow-toy]

handfeeding + CNC. more on this later

[hollow-toy]

okay so. you're her captive. she keeps you in her basement. she brings you 2-3 meals a day. you think it's cause she likes you strong enough to fight back. but because you don't want to be weak, you eat them. you need to eat

at first she left the meals and cutlery in the room then left you to eat. then she started staying to watch you eat. you didn't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'd get from it, but you need to eat. so you put up with it

then she started sitting closer and closer to you while you ate. then she started holding the plate in her lap while you ate from it. it all happened so slowly, so gradually, that you didn't even really notice how strange it was until she started petting your hair while you ate. you tried not to eat for a few days after that. but you need to eat. so you cave. and she keeps petting your hair

one day she ties your wrists behind your back before she brings your meal. when she comes in with the food, she sits in a chair directly in front of you. you think about how much you hate her. you think about how much you hate that you're so used to being close to her. she picks up some of the food and cups it in one palm. then she extends the hand towards you

you stare at the food in her hands. your mouth starts to water. you understand, somewhere deep in you, that if you do this, you will be crossing a line. something in you will snap in a way that can't be fixed. you hate her. you don't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'll get from it

but you need to eat

[starskinner]

Sighs, I want to be the inescapable horror chasing the final girl around. I want her to be the only one who can kill me in the end, stares out onto the horizon wistfully.

[devoutdaughter]

vintage bunny pin

[swagophile]

women keep trying to do evil mindbreak hypnosis on me by being nice to me and telling me i'm doing a good job and offering me treats and saying i'm a really good girl and that i should try to be kinder to myself and maybe just take this moment to enjoy, just the two of us, no pressure, no mask, nothing more to be afraid of or to constrict or constrain, just be present and feel the warmth and comfort that comes from being cared for. theyre doing this because they want to hurt me sexually

[starskinner]

my period hits and I turn into a MONSTER bro

[starskinner]

I wrote a little short about your captive pet dog who is kind of fucking scary ^_^ enjoy!

TW for noncon, a masturbatory amount of violence, self-harm, cannibalism, and the reader getting brutally murdered.

I'm your puppy. I have a long chain attached to your apartment wall in such a way it gives me ample access to the rest of the space, even the balcony nowadays. The chain only stops me right at the exit's threshold.

There's nothing to complain about within the arrangement, I'm treated like royalty and I've made quick progress with my training ever since you picked me up. In fact it was a little eerie how amicable I was about this. My first night I settled in comfortably on the hard, uncomfortable floor of my new kennel and fell asleep with bruises caved into my body and a small smile on my face that has yet to leave.

Day by day, I clean and tidy and practice whatever little hobby I've been given access to due to my good behavior. When you finally come home I'm excitedly waiting for you, sniffing you all over to catch a glimpse of the things taken from me. I follow your heels and listen to you talk about your schedule, your work, appointments, and errands. I don't make a peep in return but I listen intently and slowly blink when our eyes happen to meet.

Today you got me a cookbook about baking cakes. I hug it tightly with stars in my eyes and take them to the trunk at the end of your bed that holds all my precious belongings.

I make you dinner and later in the night you shave my head and bath me. I am endlessly still and perfect. You grope and molest me in the tub and I am so, so grateful.

Since I've been so good and so precious, I get to finally sleep on your bed with you. I don't say a word but my entire body shakes uncontrollably with excitement. I stand by your bed, nude except for the heavy collar around my neck, cold chain flowing down my ribbed back almost teasing my exposed skin. You sweetly coax me onto the plush mattress, you can tell I'm hesitant.

I cuddle against you with an eagerness, the more you pull me in the more I lick and kiss your face, even going as far as to nip your nose, just like a proper puppy. Eventually you command me to settle and I do, you drift off perfectly content with your pet wrapped neatly in your arms. Your mind spins slowly, until it stops.

In the morning I have disappeared to make breakfast. You lazily crawl out of bed and wander towards the smell.

As you cross into the hallway however, you're shocked to find a complete mess. The walls wear long straight, horizontal gashes and the carpet has been shredded. The bathroom looks completely ransacked. Bottles of soap and broken plastic organizers strewn through the hall. Ceramic soap dish shattered in the sink. Pill bottles cast out across the floor. One of the cabinet doors below is missing, completely wrenched off its hinges. You are in disbelief, it looks like your home has been burglarized.

In the haze, you almost miss the gaping hole in the wall. The absence is circular, as if the chunk has been excised. Dust covers the torn floor below it. This is where puppy's chain was attached.

When you turn the corner into the living room, you can't help but gasp. Everything that could be broken, is. The entire room is coated with glass, fabric, stuffing, wood chips, bits of carpet, and stark spots of blood. The missing cabinet door from the bathroom is lodged into the flat screen, like a pencil pushed through a sheet of paper. The gashes in the hallway walls snake around into here as well and make a striped design. In the middle of the floor is the anchor to the chain, dry wall cookie cut around it.

You rush into the kitchen for any type of answer but find me, working away. Fried eggs, pancakes, sausage, fruit salad, it's a beautiful spread amongst the destruction. I am still nude, chain tailing behind me. The only thing different from the sweet, obedient dog you fell asleep with is the thin, horizontal cuts covering every single inch of my body. My face, the palms of my hands, nothing has been spared. My feet are in especially rough condition. Broken plates and glass have dug their way through my soles, painting the kitchen floor red.

The strained sob that exits your throat pulls me from my concentration and I turn to you with a spatula in hand. I peacefully blink at you with my small smile, stop what I'm doing, and start to trek towards you. Every step makes a terrible squelch, my legs almost buckle beneath me but my expression doesn't change. As I struggle to reach you, I start to pant and drool.

You rush around the kitchen bar and break for the front door, only to find it nailed shut. You attempt to pry it open, foot planted against the wall, but there are nails on top of nails keeping this thing shut. There is no way to escape me. My hands slither up your shirt from behind. My skin is hot to the touch and horribly inflamed from the cuts. You shriek and whip around to push me away. I wrestle you to the ground and wrap my arms around you with a shocking amount of force. You flail and hit me in the head multiple times and I let out a dumb, pleasure filled laugh.

My hips grind onto any part of you I can pin down long enough. In between my ragged breathing, you hear me quietly mumble "I love you," over and over again. The first thing I've ever said to you since my capture. I lick and kiss your face eagerly, even going as far as to tear your nose off.

I spend the next few hours uselessly humping your shocked body and slowly peeling the soft tissues away from your face with my teeth.

[giveherswords]

rope comedown with my @girlknots

[starskinner]

oh my god i’ve been looking for your tumblr blog for literal months. do you have other platforms i can follow you on since tumblr likes to hide your content?

WELCOME BACK! unfortunately im tumblr exclusive at the moment </3 but one day ill redo my website, I can't confirm it will include my nsfw work though

[ropepup]

u get it right?

[ropepup]

if anyone has a source for pic1 that'd be amazing; i was torn on using it without knowing, but it really ties the post together...

others are cyp_tw on gelbooru; a vintage orthotic corset from eBay; BTS of the internal frame of the landstrider costume from Dark Crystal; viddhartha_joshua IIRC, can't remember which platform; Milwaukee Back Brace; leather orthotic corset detail from eBay; oathqy on IG; vintage polio brace / knee ankle foot orthosis (KAFO); and a still from Tokyo Gore Police. no endorsement of the police is hereby intended.

[ropepup]

ARCA!! TYSM

[starskinner]

a part of me would love to come back to this blog because I love getting attention from strangers but also it can be incredibly dangerous to desire attention from strangers and im trying to like, improve, LOL

[starskinner]

we're goin face down, ass up for tdov

[starskinner]

must be spring

[starskinner]

my self destructive nature would like to know if you wanna kick me in the stomach a few times

[starskinner]

You mightve gotten questions about this before but whats dogmeats (in-universe) origin? ive just been assuming theyre a human who got real weird for unspecified reasons but i just realized that might not be the case

You're actually 100% correct

I've been meaning to draw out the process dogmeat went through to achieve his current form for a while now but I will talk a little bit about it in the meantime. Dogmeat is a very pure, true form of expression so I've always imagined him going through a very painful metamorphosis in order to exist, in physical terms: literally flaying his former "human" skin and peeling out of it like an insect.

So yeah he really is just a human guy who deliberately perma werewolf'd himself.

[starskinner]

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[starskinner]

hello, love your funny dog gimp. Its literally just like me (want to rip my skin off). Last night i made penne marinara for dinner by sauteeing small bits of garlic in olive oil in a pot til golden brown, adding half a can of canned tomatoes, some tomato paste, and butter. I then mixed it, adding a touch of pepper, oregano, and basil. Sometimes I even throw in leftover meat bits, but not last night (sad). I added a quarter of brown onion to the pot, let it simmer an hour (stirring occaionally) while I boiled the pasta water. And then? I ate it

this is my favorite ask ever, can I come over to your house