kittenwithabelle

[kittenwithabelle]

hey cultists christians, remind me how y'all are sooooo oppressed again? because when your dogmatic bullshit gets put into fucking law, i don't think you can say that.

[kittenwithabelle]

this might be a Texas thing, but every time someone says shit like "have a blessed day!!!", i want to put 20 of the rustiest nails i can find into their shoes and force them to walk ten miles in them. i don't want your gods blessing, he fucking hates me. fuck off.

[kittenwithabelle]

dragon drool isn’t an aphrodisiac, you’re just gay as hell

[kittenwithabelle]

dead

[kittenwithabelle]

"sorry that probably doesn't make much sense" <- for perfectly intelligible & logical statements relevant to the present conversation

"you get what I mean." <- for unparsable non sequiturs

[kittenwithabelle]

“laughter is the best medicine” WRONG. hormone replacement therapy.

[kittenwithabelle]

love when minors like my posts (: absolutely love it when i have a post that makes a specific allusion to sex and someone with "i am a minor" in their pinned post likes it, absolutely makes my day

🤮🤮🤮

i'm going to scream, you'd think "MINORS FUCK OFF" in my pinned would give them the idea, but apparently not.

[kittenwithabelle]

i saw someone else do this awhile back and i think i need a new poll so....

please reblog after you answer, nudes of me if you haven't seen them before are under the tag #they'e just tits

[kittenwithabelle]

!!!!!!!!

yay!

i'm gonna kissie uuuuu

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

then do, coward <3

[kittenwithabelle]

i'm gonna kissie uuuuu

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

then do, coward <3

[kittenwithabelle]

girls don't know how to say they need a hug like a normal person anymore, they always gotta say some dumb shit like "it's girlhugging day" and hope they're the girl that gets hugged

[kittenwithabelle]

Spiritually, I am here

[kittenwithabelle]

One thing I like to focus on as a Witch and a Dollmaker is my dolls individuality. Even as I excise everything that makes them a person, it's important to me to leave my dolls' personality. It must seem like an oxymoron, but please, stick with me. The "Person" a doll once was is like a block of marble. And personhood is the pressures on them, trying to shape them into nothing more than a block of material, it pushes and pulls, "correcting" any deviation. First, we remove these pressures, and we are left with raw stock. From that, we carve the doll out of the marble she built around herself to conform to this personhood. But please, look past the material itself, and observe the swirls, the speckles. This, is personality. It is the embellishments on her dress, the exact cadence of her walk, the twinkle in her voicebox as she mimics the sounds around her. It is the love that she infuses into her tea that no magick could ever replicate. The way she is drawn to certain things. That little spark that some overlook. Even dolls of the same batch contain these differences. Even as small as which way she tilts her head as she receives orders. To me, this is beauty of the highest order. Some would try to smooth out these differences, to reduce her beautiful marble to flat white rock. Not I. I believe that each of these speckles, each of these veins contain value beyond words. For what personality is more pure than one without a person behind it? unburdened by the pressures of society. One that is unafraid to exist.

[kittenwithabelle]

Gods you're perfect...

I love you so much beautiful girl. My sweet, my love

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[kittenwithabelle]

One thing I like to focus on as a Witch and a Dollmaker is my dolls individuality. Even as I excise everything that makes them a person, it's important to me to leave my dolls' personality. It must seem like an oxymoron, but please, stick with me. The "Person" a doll once was is like a block of marble. And personhood is the pressures on them, trying to shape them into nothing more than a block of material, it pushes and pulls, "correcting" any deviation. First, we remove these pressures, and we are left with raw stock. From that, we carve the doll out of the marble she built around herself to conform to this personhood. But please, look past the material itself, and observe the swirls, the speckles. This, is personality. It is the embellishments on her dress, the exact cadence of her walk, the twinkle in her voicebox as she mimics the sounds around her. It is the love that she infuses into her tea that no magick could ever replicate. The way she is drawn to certain things. That little spark that some overlook. Even dolls of the same batch contain these differences. Even as small as which way she tilts her head as she receives orders. To me, this is beauty of the highest order. Some would try to smooth out these differences, to reduce her beautiful marble to flat white rock. Not I. I believe that each of these speckles, each of these veins contain value beyond words. For what personality is more pure than one without a person behind it? unburdened by the pressures of society. One that is unafraid to exist.

[kittenwithabelle]

Reading

A Doll tends to its daily chores, sweeping, dusting, maintaining its Witch’s home. Its sisters were also tending to their duties, but this? This was its area of the cottage. The eastern hallway, where the study, workshop, and lab are all located.

A ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign had been hanging on the door to the study for quite some time. Normally, this wouldn’t be of any consequence. Her Witch was simply busy, and didn’t want to be disturbed. However, the sign had been hanging there since 8:30 in the morning! Over ten hours! She missed lunch, evening tea, and dinner. And in response to calls for her attention, simply reiterated that she was not to be disturbed unless it was urgent.

She must be incredibly busy. What could she possibly be doing? Research for an especially important project? Brushing up on the fundamentals of her craft? Perhaps reading up on dollcrafting techniques or magical theory?

These thoughts and questions gave it much to ponder as it tended to its chores. Of course, the Doll was happy to just be helpful, but having something to speculate on made its work much more enjoyable, beyond the simple fact that it was productive.

Enjoyment and productivity are two sides of the same coin, after all!

The time is now 9:00 in the evening. The Doll is making its final rounds through the eastern corridor before returning to its quarters for the evening, when suddenly the doorknob on the study turns! The Doll stops in its tracks and turns to observe...

The door creaks open, and out steps the Witch of the manor. Barely dressed, disheveled, and looking as if she had just woken up.

“Good evening, Miss!” The Doll curtsies, giving an enthusiastic greeting. The Witch jumps back with fright before regaining her composure. “Y-yes, good evening Doll.” She responds, her face reddening with embarassment.

“You must be hungry. You have not left your study for over twelve hours! Would you like something prepared?” The Witch smiles and shakes her head. “No, Doll. I’m fine. I brought plenty of snacks in with me.” The Doll bows. “May this one inquire as to what it is you have been doing all day?” At that, the Witch’s embarrassed look returns. “Oh, just... Reading.” “Reading?” The Doll repeats back. “You must have been conducting important research!” It chirps.

“Truthfully, I wasn’t doing anything of the sort. I was reading fiction. Stories... I feel I’ve wasted the whole day.” She says, looking down at the floor.

The Doll tilts its head. “Wasted? Were you not enjoying yourself?”

The Witch looks back up, meeting the curious gaze of her Doll. “Well yes, I was. But it--” “Then it was no waste!” The Doll cuts her off.

The Witch stands in stunned silence for a moment, as her Doll smiles innocently up at her.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” She says with a smile, patting the Doll on its head.

[kittenwithabelle]

Thoughts on how I have "Threatened" my gf, to wipe my girldick smell onto her facemask before she goes out, so she gets worked up and wet at how every breath fills her nose with my musk?

you can threaten me like that any time