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Thea Puppydeer 🏳️‍⚧️🇵🇸
@theactualdeer.bsky.social
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🏳️‍⚧️ mid-twenties transsexual puppydeergirlthing 🔞
All Gods no masters (except kinky ones)
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I showed you my dick(osteus) please respond
Rendering of dickosteus threiplandi, an ancient fish with an armored head and cute little eyes
November 20, 2025 at 3:37 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Heard we were posting bdsm test results again
100% Degradee 100% Masochist 100% Non-monogamist 100% Primal (Prey) 100% Rope bunny 100% Submissive 100% Pet 92% Voyeur 91% Slave 77% Brat 74% Experimentalist 74% Exhibitionist 26% Little 22% Primal (Hunter) 13% Ageplayer 7% Switch 6% Owner 1% Daddy/Mommy 0% Rigger 0% Brat tamer 0% Degrader 0% Dominant 0% Master/Mistress 0% Sadist 0% Vanilla
November 17, 2025 at 12:54 AM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Blank Kink Bingo board Uniforms, Shibari, Monsters, Alcohol/Drugs, BDSM, MILFs, Lactation, CNC, Robotics, Scentplay, Femdom, Mommy, Hypno, Feet/ Shoes, Masks, Clothed Sex, Corruption, Tentacles, Degredation, Choking/ Breathplay Size Difference, Impact play, Breeding, Leather + Latex, Bloodplay
November 13, 2025 at 7:02 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Kink bingo in early afternoon
Kink Bingo board, all but MILFs and Mommy have check marks, MILFs has a tilde, Mommy has nothing
November 13, 2025 at 6:59 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Bread
Two loaves of long, thin bread, each with four score marks on the top, on a metal pan
November 13, 2025 at 6:38 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Stolen
Increasingly larger dominos meme, the smallest domino says "Assyrian bishops refuse to condemn Nestorius' 431 challenge to the use of the title Theotokos ('Bearer of God') for Mary." the largest domino says "White Sox fan forced to accept Cubs jersey"
October 29, 2025 at 12:50 AM
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I've got the kind of love that needs to be torn apart, the kind that loves getting spat on and kicked, that needs joyous pain to deliver itself to you. You just do the slicing and tenderizing and I'll set the table, both of and on that is, take me out I'm too hot burn me spill my blood into your mouth drink of me until you're sated and then take the rest for good measure, what other use am I than to be sustenance for a higher being? Gentleness need not mean an escape from the escape, it only adds forboding, knowing deep down that all this pain comes from a place of love. Sink your teeth deep down tear out my place of love chew it up and spit it back into me, I need flesh rended more than I need air, choke me until I stop struggling, I wanted this right? I want you to take all of me, cause what am I if not simply prey?
October 15, 2025 at 7:40 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Well dang
600 followers on Bluesky
October 9, 2025 at 12:24 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Frosted! (ignore the messy bits)
A white frosted two-layer cake on a grey plate
September 28, 2025 at 4:29 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Post a random picture or else everything will go great in September
A squirrel facing the camera, sitting on a pile of branches, many grasses and ferns surround
September 1, 2025 at 4:42 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Okay so I barely did any of them but that's fine quality over quantity ig(?)
31. winning Drink your brunch mimosas but stay thirsty, I hear my blood is super tasty, has a great mouthfeel, a wonderful pairing to wash down your guilt, who needs to think about these things anyway? What are we, one percent of the population? A supposedly paltry sum, as if you didn't win and lose by that much. Only one choice, you say, to save our democracy, that's some democracy you have. You tell us to throw ourselves under your bus for the greater good, we're expendable, but hey it's only about sports right? No need to drive a wedge between us and our "allies" who continue to drink wine glass after wine glass while my siblings go thirsty, lose our jobs, our rights, our lives. Keep your sunglasses on indoors and pretend that fascism dressed up in blue is the answer. Fuck you and fuck that. If that's your idea of winning then fix your hearts or get the fuck out of the way.
August 31, 2025 at 10:42 PM
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Stolen and posted with alt text
When oomf finally tells me I can come sniff their bulge Picture of a baby deer bounding to the right, grass background
August 31, 2025 at 12:37 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Nasutoceratops!!!
Nasutoceratops walking on a muddy field, it has two large horns and a beautiful crest on its head, a large nose ending in a beak, four legs, and a tail, it is brownish green
August 28, 2025 at 3:50 AM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
I forgot to quote my prompt list but imagine I did
It was sunset, fires off in the distance bleeding through the sky, far-off voices lusting for annihilation of your kin, their torches and pitchforks almost creating more of a din than they were. You weren't alone but the smoke made your vision hazy, eyes choked with dust, you couldn't tell if anyone was around, you tried to scream but only whispers came out, your throat hoarse from crying, sobbing for your siblings, seeing, feeling something truly evil for maybe the first time. You were alone, the smoke was deafening, there might've been people around but their voices were hushed and disjointed, your chest ached from breathing and sobbing, cheeks caked in ash and dust. You felt your throat closing, unable to take in any more toxic air, but you kept sobbing hoping the tears might reach, might break through somehow, praying that you could be strong enough to break throu- It was dark, a deep abyss surrounding, wet clothes stuck to you like a second skin, a voice called out, though muffled at first, still coughing the dust from your ears. It climbed over you and spoke again from all around you, it was soft, quiet, comforting, eased the tension from your sore, tired muscles, started to break down the aches of youth. You looked up. You could see sailors in their gold-plated boats, their form-fitting suit coats lengthening their shadows, in their skinny fingers they tossed coins to each other in merriment, laughing at the people on the shore razing one another to dust. You looked down. All you saw was the deep dark water. You looked at your hands and realized they were water too, all of you was water, and all the water was you. You looked back up in anger at those sailors in their gold-plated boats. It is sunrise, the blood of yesterday still hanging in the sky, everything red in the morning. Those sailors had better take warning.
August 26, 2025 at 5:40 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Circle time!
Bluesky interaction circle
August 22, 2025 at 9:14 PM
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Here's a blank one
Blank Puppybrain vs Kittybrain grid
August 20, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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I'm puppydeer
Puppybrain vs Kittybrain 5x8 grid of traits, three columns are red, two are purple, three are blue
August 20, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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I want my EVs to look like this not that dinky boxy crap coming out rn
Hyundai Grandeur concept EV, a black four-door sedan that looks cool as fuck, long hood, long trunk
August 18, 2025 at 5:52 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
August poetry prompts part 2
August Day 16 - Foundation Day 17 - coffee... Day 18 - sword and shield Day 19 - you shall not pass! Day 20 - the paths before you Day 21 - leaf turning Day 22 - sea of stars Day 23 - blindsight Day 24 - Brain Blast! Day 25 - sleeping wolves Day 26 - red sun in the sky Day 27 - how can I not feel dizzy when the world is constantly spinning? Day 28 - running water Day 29 - building with your friends Day 30 - dreaming of a better tomorrow Day 31 - winning
August 16, 2025 at 2:21 AM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Y'all this cloud looks like a giant wing
large dark grey cloud at sunset, partially lit by orange light, the cloud is shaped like a wing
August 16, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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Costar wants me to age-regress
Costar screenshot "Reject the world's definition of what it means to be an adult" profile picture of me "Do Sugar and spice, foot down, clear your throat Don't Mirrors, lamenting, assumptions"
August 15, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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Here's a poem I wrote in June inspired by Cybele
Harken to me sisters, gather your clothes in golden hues flowing like wheat-spun hair with ribbons undone, gather your cymbals, your tambourines those hollow drums, gather together, and behold, from this clay-clad earth we spawned like reeds growing from riversides, we sprang up like almond trees, our fruits spilling over into our cister's breasts, we were formed but formed ourselves like fir cones in the Spring breaking open spilling our blood back into the earth and over everything that's holy we are whole when we're with each other
August 7, 2025 at 10:40 AM
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A little bit behind but it's okay we keep moving 🙂‍↕️
1. Bread I feel... separate, at first, each moment a different being, some new configuration of ingredient personalities, every breath a new beginning for a freshly mixed person, discovering all the things that make up that silly little thing called "me". Add three cups of flour to a bowl along with two teaspoons of salt. Discovery, of the self (or whatever that means), of personality, of being, of belonging, how exactly does some seemingly random mix of people come together? What makes us (s)tick? Add a packet of instant yeast to one and a half cups of warm water along with four tablespoons of honey and two tablespoons of olive oil. New people come into the mix, or at least are reshaped from previous shells, husks left over from past trauma that doesn't even register half the time, maybe you should check the instrument calibration again. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry, mix, turn out into a well-floured surface, and knead for five to ten minutes. Sharing memories never felt this surreal, like everything is simultaneously yours and not, looking through eyes that might belong to you, or at least they sometimes might, who even really cares at this point? Add the dough back to the bowl, cover with a towel, and let it rise for an hour. Recognition of various facets comes like a train breaking through surprisingly thin ice, a familiar feeling but world-altering nonetheless, a paradigm shift of seven, no, eight proportions, all nine of you now comingling, interacting, feeling each other in ways no single person can process. Knead the excess air out of the dough, shape it into two loaves, and place on a parchement-lined baking sheet, letting it rise for another hour. We make this work somehow, find a way to function in this starship mind we find ourselves in, every crewmate having a purpose, finding meaning in helping each other in a body we share. Score the tops of each loaf with a very sharp knife once or twice each, and bake at 400 degrees fahrenheit for twenty to twenty-five minutes. The mashing and melding takes over, anxious overheating metamorphosis leaves everyone frazzled and confused, who's who now and what does that even mean? Who am "I" in this world of "We"? Why does healing leave us more alone? How come healing needs to be done by and with others? Growing is a painful process, even if you think you're only watching it changes all of you in the same unending heat, how many of us even are there now? Who makes up that "We" we've always been? Allow to cool completely before slicing. Change never stops, just ebbs and flows in tidal currents, who are "We" to convince ourselves that even though we'll always have each other it'll be in the same configuration?
August 3, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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August poetry prompts part 1
A background of different loaves of bread. August Day 1 - Bread Day 2 - imbalanced Day 3 - itinerary Day 4 - not your peace Day 5 - where strength resides Day 6 - on a cliff's edge Day 7 - comfort Day 8 - community Day 9 - tossing & turning Day 10 - Scooby Snacks Day 11 - fire on a hill Day 12 - Luck be a Lady Day 13 - princess knight Day 14 - where strength comes from Day 15 - field mouse
August 1, 2025 at 3:53 PM
theactualdeer.bsky.social
Well dang time to become 50% more insufferable
500 followers
July 31, 2025 at 1:54 PM