Biscuit 🔞🐕🌀🏳️‍🌈

At some point I should pivot from shitposting back to smut buuuuut

but then again your style of hypnosis is more

gotta be careful about that dragon propaganda

Nostalgia for times that you didn't have to be on the receiving end of is the main reason any place at all slides into fascism

I haven't purged it from my gaming pc but I have a second hand laptop and installing Linux Mint turned it from "boots agonisingly slowly, can barely open discord" to "completely functional"

A friend recommended hrtcafe.net

tailplug tailplug tailplug #latex #rubberpup #pupsky

I don't know where it came from but as you mentioned fantasies I was absolutely with the thought of laying face-up, blank and docile, on the ground in front of you while you ground your paws into my face

7am crew clockin' in

I mean I'm pretty sure I didn't before I met Ember so I'm not sure if it counts but I would absolutely fall asleep with those paws resting on my face

It was pretty silly of me to be wondering whether your new oc would be into feet, wasn't it?

I mean yah duh! Lots of silly puppies don't understand it, because they're drooly dumb things that forget they're puppies and have these dreams about being smart sophisticated dominant elegant creatures, but it's pretty easy to get them remembering to bark and sink and obey again, isn't it, puppy?

You know that every time you stumble off the path they'll find you again.

You know that every time it'll leave you a little more suggestible and brainfucked.

You know they're only letting you free so that the seeds clinging to you will take root back in town.

But you don't care.

Do you?

If memory serves you can basically recreate that stuff with water, a chicken oxo cube, cornflour and the cheapest curry powder in the shop, it's pretty amazing if you stir fry some veg and then pour it over.

If you're reading this post and thinking something like "this must not be meant for me, I'm actually a bunny": that's because you forgot, silly dog!

Happy birthday and welcome to the best decade of being alive!

Even as someone who regularly does in person kink events I feel camera shy being unmasked online, it's not at all am unreasonable anxiety!

Yes you do! Being a people pleaser is a great thing to be, but only if one of the people you're pleasing is yourself. Because none of your friends want you to suffer for their sake.

(also thank you for inspiring me to expand upon this! bsky.app/profile/twyc... for any of your readers who aren't following me)

"Good pet."

It was later that evening that you found the collar you'd brought for it, all that time ago, and you realised the mistake you'd made. As you gently clicked it around your neck, you finally understood the words those musical, lyrical purrs had been sounding more and more like.

Money had been getting tight, but that was okay. You could get by on rice and beans. It was worth it for the delighted noises it made as it smelled the filet steak you were preparing for it.

The dream must have still been troubling you the next day, because you decided to sleep snuggled up on the rug while it dozed in its favourite spot on the sofa.

One night you dreamed that it had gone, that you'd come downstairs to an empty living room. Your cries must have woken it, because a soft paw pressed gently down against the small of your back and its murmured, soothing words quickly reassured you that it was still here and everything was all right.

Besides, with your head resting against that iridescent rainbow coat, its musical purring seemed to be coming from all around you, sometimes even seeming like it resolved itself into words on the edge of your hearing.

It reached the point where you couldn't both fit on the sofa; its weight on your lap was just too much, but really you didn't mind sitting on the rug and sinking your head against its fur as it took the cushions.

It struck you that as a pet, you should buy it a collar. It was only then that you realised how much it had grown under your care, and how even the largest size you'd found didn't seem right for it. In the end you left it uncollared. It just seemed more natural.

It never lost its taste for table scraps, even when you were feeding it a tin of food every day, and before long it quickly became simpler to prepare two portions of everything you cooked.

It would nestle next to you in the evening, resting its head on your lap. At first you watched TV together, but soon you started simply sitting and brushing its fur in the evening, soft as thistledown, its chirruping and purring lulling you to sleep.