haze of the bathroom's light
@toiletous.bsky.social
Toilet /// nonhuman objectkin, toy (≈ΘΔ)
Philosophy & experience & sensation. Sincerity over all.
Artist, writer, noise-maker.
Autistic, ace. Someday, limbless.
It/its /// 29
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Philosophy & experience & sensation. Sincerity over all.
Artist, writer, noise-maker.
Autistic, ace. Someday, limbless.
It/its /// 29
Images have detailed alt-text.
Please be over 18 to follow.
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Hey y'all. Toilet here. This account is for thought, interaction, and play. Music, art, philosophy, thought, & the weird confusing nature of being alive.
Posts will be infrequent as it is not a particularly active thing. It tries its best.
No explicit content is posted here.
Posts will be infrequent as it is not a particularly active thing. It tries its best.
No explicit content is posted here.
Really also wanting to draw something mundane/sfw that's like... myself as a slug-like post-human, happy and slithering around, a squishy fat limbless form!
It would hug you by wrapping its warm soft lower body around you and gurgling softly inside its chest, like a rumbling purr. <3
It would hug you by wrapping its warm soft lower body around you and gurgling softly inside its chest, like a rumbling purr. <3
January 26, 2026 at 8:14 PM
Really also wanting to draw something mundane/sfw that's like... myself as a slug-like post-human, happy and slithering around, a squishy fat limbless form!
It would hug you by wrapping its warm soft lower body around you and gurgling softly inside its chest, like a rumbling purr. <3
It would hug you by wrapping its warm soft lower body around you and gurgling softly inside its chest, like a rumbling purr. <3
Yearning deeply—hoping, hoping, hoping—that someday I will be living life sans limbs. It wells up in my chest with force. It is a visceral need of my soul. It must happen, it will happen.
If consciousness is only of the flesh… sluglike bodies have always appealed to it so deeply. It would be happy.
If consciousness is only of the flesh… sluglike bodies have always appealed to it so deeply. It would be happy.
January 26, 2026 at 7:43 PM
Yearning deeply—hoping, hoping, hoping—that someday I will be living life sans limbs. It wells up in my chest with force. It is a visceral need of my soul. It must happen, it will happen.
If consciousness is only of the flesh… sluglike bodies have always appealed to it so deeply. It would be happy.
If consciousness is only of the flesh… sluglike bodies have always appealed to it so deeply. It would be happy.
it's playing cult of the lamb and having a lot of fun :)
drawn by its owner&wife! thank you so much hun. love you so so so so so much
it promises it will have some of its own art to share here in time, too. thank you all for the patience <3
drawn by its owner&wife! thank you so much hun. love you so so so so so much
it promises it will have some of its own art to share here in time, too. thank you all for the patience <3
January 26, 2026 at 6:28 PM
it's playing cult of the lamb and having a lot of fun :)
drawn by its owner&wife! thank you so much hun. love you so so so so so much
it promises it will have some of its own art to share here in time, too. thank you all for the patience <3
drawn by its owner&wife! thank you so much hun. love you so so so so so much
it promises it will have some of its own art to share here in time, too. thank you all for the patience <3
it feels so safe and true to be seen as what it is. it is so vulnerable yet so deeply, deeply affirming to make itself seen in its truth. to embrace objecthood so wholly. to shed any semblance of a human name completely. to leave its humanity behind and be a happy little thing. a living-object.
January 24, 2026 at 5:36 PM
it feels so safe and true to be seen as what it is. it is so vulnerable yet so deeply, deeply affirming to make itself seen in its truth. to embrace objecthood so wholly. to shed any semblance of a human name completely. to leave its humanity behind and be a happy little thing. a living-object.
It's me! Dancing, happy thing! (bluuorp! glrg <3)
January 24, 2026 at 5:08 PM
It's me! Dancing, happy thing! (bluuorp! glrg <3)
(soft, quiet burbling from the porcelain fixture in the corner of a well-kept bathroom. the lights off, the air still. It is deep in objectbrain, thoughts flowing slowly as time is rendered a thick soup. minutes seem to pass as hours, to it. the toilet exists in its totality in consummate bliss.)
January 24, 2026 at 4:57 PM
(soft, quiet burbling from the porcelain fixture in the corner of a well-kept bathroom. the lights off, the air still. It is deep in objectbrain, thoughts flowing slowly as time is rendered a thick soup. minutes seem to pass as hours, to it. the toilet exists in its totality in consummate bliss.)
Hey y'all. Toilet here. This account is for thought, interaction, and play. Music, art, philosophy, thought, & the weird confusing nature of being alive.
Posts will be infrequent as it is not a particularly active thing. It tries its best.
No explicit content is posted here.
Posts will be infrequent as it is not a particularly active thing. It tries its best.
No explicit content is posted here.
January 24, 2026 at 4:51 PM
Hey y'all. Toilet here. This account is for thought, interaction, and play. Music, art, philosophy, thought, & the weird confusing nature of being alive.
Posts will be infrequent as it is not a particularly active thing. It tries its best.
No explicit content is posted here.
Posts will be infrequent as it is not a particularly active thing. It tries its best.
No explicit content is posted here.