Thoughts on Ellachlor Talärn

New website URL

Wed, 06 May 2026 00:00:01 +0000

Moving to .com domain

Just a quick heads up for this blog moving to a new address.

This is due to the new of Roskomnadzor (Russia’s internet monitoring department) using bots to scrape through every website in state controlled domain zones (.ru, .рф, and, unfortunately, .su). They are searching for anything that’s not compicant with state’s policies, like:

Recording personal data without proper policy. Not applicable to me, since I don’t collect any data on my visitors.
Showing of banned symbols and logos. Instagram is considered extrimist organisation in Russia, so their logo is banned.

For now that’s seem to be all, but with evermore strict rules creeping up, I won’t be surprised if they’ll start punishing people for demonstrating sexual deviance media or not registering in some sort of blogger list.

To be fair, choosing .su domain was a bad idea in the first place. But hey, things change and you can’t predict everything. Unfortunately I can’t edit my previous posts to replace the links. And, I really don’t want to have old URL to lead to my blog for any longer. So yeah, old links will not work anymore. Or maybe they’ll lead to some stub.

Whatever the case, I hope you won’t lose me at my new address.

Stay safe!

2026 Goals

Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:01 +0000

2026 Commitments: Let’s Get Serious

A new year. A new chapter. I was planning on writing a whole year retrospective. But honestly, it’ll be better if I just catch up with posts for every individual event, than making a massive recap.

2025 ends on a high note, and so I want 2026 to be even better.

So, here’s the game plan:

Content Creation. Last year, I managed 68 photo/video sessions. Mostly tests. This year, we’re hitting a hundred. I’ll be doing Kigu multiple times a week. No more excuses. More walks. More adventures. More of you getting to see the world through my lens.
Camera Upgrade. My phone camera is an insult. We’re saying goodbye to potato quality. The DJI Osmo Pocket 3 is my primary target. I know the 4 is coming, and that’s what I’m waiting for. Once everyone get latest and greatest and that 3 hits the price I want? It’s mine. Gonna capture my strolls with the cinematic quality they deserve.
Wardrobe Audit. My closet is bursting at the seams. It’s glorious, but wasteful. I’m done buying new outfits for a one-off event. From now on, everything gets used. Hard. This year, I’ll be focusing on perfecting the costumes I already have.
Mask #4. That blank mask in the corner? The base for my new project? It’s getting done this year. I have no idea how it’’l be looking in the end, but a girl’s got to have dreams, right?
Learn to Dance. Seriously. My dancing is funny and all, but it makes me wanna die of cringe sometimes. It’s an embarrassment. So I’m signing up for dance lessons. What style? I don’t care! Next year, when I hit the floor, I’ll be graceful. Watch me.
New Fetishes. I’ve tried a lot last year. Some I liked, some don’t. Most of them were things I’ve already kinda thought about. This year, I want something truly new. Surprising. Daring. I have some ideas… but let’s keep them a secret for now, shall we?
Blogging. You’re reading this, so you know this place exists. My commitment is to fill it up. All my old stories. Every future adventure. It’s my permanent home. This blog is going to become my official scrapbook.

So that’s it. No more half-measures.

I’m going all-in.

Let’s see what 2026 has in store. I have a feeling it’s going to be a blast. ✨

About this blog

Wed, 24 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Welcome to my website.

Heyyyy. 👋

So. I made a website.

Yep. A real one. Just like in old days where, before social media took over the internet like a sentient fungus.

I know what you’re thinking. “Ella, what is wrong with you? Everyone uses Twitter and TikTok now! It’s easy, it’s free, everyone is already there, why bother?”

And you’d be right. Sort of.

But lately, it’s started feeling… wrong. Like it’s not my home anymore. It’s a rented apartment where I can’t hang my own art on the walls, the landlord might change the locks without notice, and there are always strangers trying to sell me something from the doorway.

So I decided to get my own little corner. Buy a server, host a site, and actually do something about it instead of just complaining. A little project for the upcoming year!

This is my home. You’re in it now.

So what exactly am I going to do with my little corner of the digital universe?

Well, everything I can’t do elsewhere. Think of this as a dumping ground. The place where all the weird shit that the algorithms probably deemed not profitable and therefore don’t let me share normally:

Full-length videos of my adventures. Not 60-second clips, not stories that disappear in 24 hours. The whole, glorious thing. A stroll through Saint-Petersburg, an afternoon of pet play with my friends… you’ll see it all here, when I feel like posting it.
My photos, in all their high-res, uncensored glory. Not a cherry picked best-of from my feed. All the good shots. Even if there is a hundred of them. All in one place and not scattered all around my profile.
Walls of Text. Oh, I’m sorry. I meant long-form content. My thoughts on doll life, on BDSM, on my travels, on the state of the world, on that time my cat peed all over my shoes rack… You’ll find rambling, unfiltered essays here. No word count limits or community guidelines.
And for fuck’s sake… NO COMMENTS.

I don’t want comments. I don’t want likes. I don’t want reposts or shares or any of that bullshit that turns every single interaction into performance. This is a place for me. For my voice. I’m going to talk. You can listen, or you can not listen. The choice is yours. And I fully expect this place to have a single proper visitor a month, aside from AI crawlers and bots. If you REALLY want to discuss something, slip into my DM’s, or do your own take and link my post. But here - none of that.

No Rules. No Ads. No Privacy Policy

Okay, let’s talk tech for a minute. Or rather, let’s not talk tech too much. The point isn’t that I’ve become a digital wizard (believe me, I’m a digital apprentice at best). The point is that I own this. The domain name is mine. The server is mine (well, paid for by me, you get it). And the most important part?

Everything is backed up. Every photo. Every video. Every stupid rambling post. If this website goes down tomorrow, it won’t be gone forever. It’ll be a temporary vacation, and I’ll bring it back home in a couple of days.

That being said, it’s my first website. So sometimes, things will break. Maybe an image won’t load. Maybe the text will look like gibberish for five minutes. Don’t panic. Send me a screenshot. I’mma try and fix it, probably.

This space has no tracking, no sign-ups, no ads, and certainly no privacy policy to read through. You don’t exist here, your data is not collected. We’re just two digital ghosts. Me who talks. You who listents. A simplest interaction.

And finally, a rule I am imposing upon myself:

WTFPL 2.0.

That stands for “Do What The Fuck You Want Public License”. Everything you see on this site (unless specified) - every single word, every photo, every video - is licensed under that.

This means you can download, share and use content from this website in any way you can imagine.

Want to put my pictures as your phone’s wallpaper? Go ahead. Want to draw penises on my face with Photoshop and post it to 4chan? Be my guest. Want to train an AI on all my rants until it develops its own personality? Have fun with that. Want to print my essay and wipe your ass with it? It’s legally, ethically, and morally fine with me.

I believe in freedom. Freedom of expression. Freedom to do whatever the hell you want. I put my work out into the world, and I don’t get to control its fate. So please, have at it.

This blog is a monologue. It’s my journal, my scrapbook, my art gallery, all rolled into one. It exists for me to express myself, and if anyone else wants to read it and be inspired or disgusted, then that’s just a bonus. No metrics, no engagement, no reports. No pressure.

I don’t care if 100 people see it or if only one lonely soul finds their way here.

Welcome to my home. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here. 😉