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I NEED A COLLAR BUT ALL I CAN FIND IS KINK WEAR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

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OOTD!!! my face is so blurry lolz,,,

being a furry is so fun

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danbert gif.. heh... what even is a danbert

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happy pride everyone

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should I learn beaches by beabadoobee

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i just had a boiled egg for dinner

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silly post Abt all things fursona related like hcs and art and stuff

BASIC INFO :

skulldog

virex (wip)

black and green with exposed wounds

leaks weird toxic goo instead of blood

very whimsical!!!

started as a DND oc

ART :

credit 2 my online friend who doesn't have tumblr

more traditional art by my irl who also doesn't have tumblr

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silly little paragraph or two abt a siren,,, don't ask what it means I have no clue,, freeform

quick little self reflection piece abt sirens below the cut

A voice, alluring, hypnotizing, sings to those at shore. Calling thousands of ships to war. A Calming distraction from it all. So dark, the water can only reflect the moonlight. Her iridescent scales shimmer and shine, blinding almost. Putting the sun to shame. Her voice binds those to the beach, trapped, lying in wait.

Waiting to be freed, perhaps waiting for a reason to leave, or they want to stay. Bound to the gorgeous beach, rough sand, sunrises. Stuck to comfortable feel of sorrow. The tragic hysteria that is laced and weaved through them as she continues to sing. Every note intertwines itself into the veins, her hymns and harmonies like needles, stabbing. Shooting directly into the blood.

The finest drug a shell of a man can get his hands on.

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foams at da mouf

okay so im low-key scared to post this bc im intimidated by Tumblr and idk if people will like it but here's dan being injected with trans (sorry if the quality is shit) inspired by the song/movie Shock Treatment

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I LOVE THIS CLIP

Thinking about this Jeffrey Combs clip again…why did he make that noise

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!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!

Dan goes on a cute little date with Herbert,, Dan's POV

Medical kink, technical cannibalism, homo-eroticism, ooc, blood, slight religious imagery, suggestive content below the cut

Soft velvet mornings seemed to plague the city during the spring. Beautiful pink sunrises that soothe birds as they sing their song. The sun slowly rises painting the sky a pale yellow. The clouds seem to be forgiving, letting it shine. The roses are in bloom, bruised fruit hangs from trees and the air is filled with morning dew. And here he was, spending every second of it on his bathroom floor, passed out. He wakes up with a banging headache. He remembers what happened last night, he got lost. He went astray, hypnotized by ever-winding forests with tangled trees, lost in the eyes of someone he can't seem to remember.

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The moon stayed still that night, waiting. The stars danced around it, encircling it in heaven almost. They shared the light that beautifully reflected in their eyes. A bright guiding light to navigate a maze. The water of the bayou was a refreshing cold. Remnants of fallen leaves whirled atop the water creating small tides that ripple through the entire lake.

Herbert led me through the water into an oasis, isolated. A small chunk of land peaking out of the water, the waves climbed up onto the shore and retreated as they met skin. It was beautiful, but that's an understatement. His fair skin is close to mine, sharp teeth in my neck. His fangs dug deep, intoxicating pain, changing me forever. Thinking about it, his neck ached. The idea hurt more than the practice. He seemed to frequent this spot, a bag laid in arms reach next to us. He pushed me down gently, climbing on top. His lips beautifully met mine. They were addictive, laced with a sweet honey crafted by god.

"A creation of life, you no longer belong to the god that created you. Or the one who holds your faith, you belong to me. Let me fix you, feed you a divinity no religion would ever let you savor."

He pulled away, straddling my lap. I sat up immediately trying to get closer only for his hand to push me back down. It was gentle. I seemed to be in a trance, obeying his every command. He reached for the satchel and drug it closer. Covering it in sand and gravel. He slowly unzipped it, spreading it open against the sand. Something silver. It reflected the moonlight. He leaned back in for a kiss, rocking his hips against mine. Hips swaying with the trees and the tides of a bayou. Moving in a rhythmic pattern, becoming one.

Suddenly, pain coursed through his body. What? It started from his neck, setting off a line of sensors everywhere else. He could feel his body grow tender and warm. The tickle of the blood as it marked its path down his neck, into the sand. He felt a warm tongue glide over the deep cut. He tried to turn to face him but his jaw was held tight as he licked.

It burned, but it also sparked. It lit a flame for a desire he had never felt before. The feeling you only find in dreams of far away lands. The tip of his tongue traced the trail of blood and all around the wound. Poking the insides to try and coerce more blood to spill. He hissed in pain, how good it felt. Part of him wished for more. His lover finally let him go. His hands now pinned him down by the shoulders. He was going to be ravaged, and he was unsure if it'd be in a way he'd enjoy.

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15 years old

trans boy

he/him/it/blood/gut/angel/beau

tarot + spell work (rarely)

I LOVE BLINKIES!!!!!

horror fanatic

new cosplayer

agere/petre

random oc posting

poetry posting

homestuck fan

black/aa

moots?