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hi oomfie ><

OGM HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU everyone look this is my BELOVED OOMF AND I AM GOING TO EAT THEM

cause you can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know i'm there

✨️Full card set number 1 ✨️

-`✮´- -`✮´- -`✮´- (i just wanted you guys to see em all together)

Edited Donnie's a little

Which one's your favorite 👁👁

(4/?)

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Happy birthday bb!! I hope this day brings you so much happiness 🫶🏻🫶🏻 love you <3

YOURE SO CUTE THANK YOU BABYYYYY🥹💞

I love you too <3



That’s my cake hehe🙃

Started watching Transformers : Cyberverse for Bumblebee

Where tf did the cheetah come from-

i ate their mask tails srry </3

RIP the boys’ long mask tails, 2023-2024

W O M E N-

office yuri is real guys…

T-REX ARRRRMSSSS

JASPERRR

T-rex arms, or as I call them, bunny arms! I used to position myself like this all the time when I was little😭 I didn’t know where to put my arms, it felt awkward to have them at my side

Here you girl enjoyers,..... more food

(decided to line and lay down baseline colors from my previous doodle.)

THE POLL HAS SPOKEN

I was contemplating on making her an inkling (because of the eyes) But I made her an octoling cuz of the hair:3

can i chew and suck on your biceps please sir??

ONLY if I can hold you close and smell your hair as you naw on me 🫠

On my summer grind

Reblogs appreciated <3

[This is a digital painting, not a photo]

Nom nom you cute bastard.

!!!!!

the curves the lighting the face shapes the expressions the poses I LOVE YOU I LOVE THIS

from the requests, baseball game!! this was actually so fun i got to be all loose and sketchy about it good time must say

The Lies That Binds Them. ❤️

Year of the Dragon!

i get the urge to bite random inanimate objects several times a day

i just need a lil' cronch fr fr

this is gonna sound a lil weird but

does anyone else get the urge to just. bite a stick? like a small stick. maybe it's my prey drive, the need to crunch on some bones

another pretty girl

Art :3

(please) make contact (ao3 link)

[T] scientist!yn / eldritch alien!DCA word count: 2,177 they are yucky... enjoy :o)

Your breathing stutters when a plethora of hands reach out to gently cup your helmet in their array of palms.

They had tried this many times before, already. An inquisitive action. Asking to be closer, to tear down physical barriers piece by piece. As much as you could, you have kept the suit on. To protect your flesh, and your mind.

What passes as a finger feels along the bottom seam where the helmet locks into the rest of the suit. Then pauses once they touch the latch mechanism. 

You keep your eyes squeezed shut. Allowing the webbing of viscera to ripple around you like a sensory deprivation chamber. Or the calming sway of the ocean, a simulation impossible to your time. 

When you keep your eyes closed like this, you can almost envision the depths: The cold, all-encompassing pressure. Flittering visions from a planet you had never visited, could never visit, but that had been home to the creatures that envelop you. Adore you. The vastness of the adoration weighs down on you, an ethereal force that cocoons your consciousness into a swaddle of astral affection. 

Go ahead. You aren't sure if you said it aloud, but your mouth moves regardless as you open your eyes at last.

The one that forms in front of you reminds you of flowers and fauna and ferns and all the beautiful, horrific signs of nature and life your existence has lacked. One of the writhing appendages that circle around its face in a halo opens up to reveal sharp teeth in a muted hiss.

It shoves its face against the glass of your helmet. You can feel the rattle from its face tendrils that wriggle with what you have learned to interpret as joy. From the inside of your chest, happiness blooms out. Sharing in the abstract emotions. An endless feedback loop, born from your otherworldly connection.

Heat from its type of breath, more releasing energy than co2, fogs up the helmet’s glass plane. The too-many mouths lash, and yet by now, the unnatural, jerky motions don’t unsettle you.

With your permission, the latch is undone. 

All of the tendrils — petals — framing its face rustle in a nonexistent breeze. Subduing its zealous nature to curious reverence. 

Orbs of magenta — its true eyes, not the false ones that look like markings on a moth's wings, squint into gleeful crescents.

You dip your head to assist the being in taking off your helmet. The equipment slips off, exposing your face after weeks, months, of hiding away. Beneath protective barriers. 

You shiver at the cold of the space station seeping in all at once. The air is frigid. 

The abomination senses your discomfort long before your nervous system alerts you. Wrapping you in dense tendrils that flicker and fan out. Sharing their unnatural warmth through layers of protective fabric.

Then your head is tilted up by coarse, yet smooth, hands. The pads on its palms are soft with a strange give. Goosebumps prickle on your arms from the unearthly texture. All your survival instincts kicking in that the being in front of you is unnatural beyond comprehension. 

You ignore the instincts, and push the side of your face into its palms instead. Encouraging the tentative touch. 

All at once, the being fills your vision. False eyes peering into yours, the material and colors flickering and reforming to express the same joy of its true eyes.

With a firm hold on your face, it mashes flesh to flesh in the mimicry of a kiss. The affectionate gesture catches you off guard, not unpleasant but not quite right, infinite rows of teeth clacking against your front row in an audible sound.

You let out a quiet, ow, which seems to encourage the being to readjust its strategy. All the magenta eyes pulse in even waves. A call. The corners of your mind feel like they are being held with a gentle, insistent pressure. The second being forms, twisting out of the tentacle netting of their main body with the sort of stretch one does when freshly awoken. The spinal fins layering its neck flitter open. The large mouth-tail that drapes from its false head flops down with immense weight. 

The curve of its closed false eyes peeks open, leering at you. 

The being is atop the other, applying pressure that seeps through their conjoined, inexplicable form. Melting. Melding. Communicating without the slightest indication. One existence with two outward expressions. Although on a scientific level you vaguely understand they are no more than organs, functioning in tandem to keep one living organism whole, you can’t help but get endeared to the quirks that set their personalities apart. 

Sun, for the brighter half. Brimming with energy and a desire to sate its curiosity. To invade, inspect, and grow. The first to root, to take hold. Pushy. 

Moon, for the darker half. Subdued, quiet, and yet the carrier of most of their psychic abilities. Cautious. Crafty. 

You didn’t notice when they had both gotten so close to your face. Looking at you expectantly, like you had called out their names – oh, you realize. Thinking about them, letting your mind wander, commands their attention immediately.  

Moon’s body cycles through colors; deep violets, dark navy blue. Displaying infinite cosmos and galaxies faster than your eyes can comprehend. Splotches of swirling crimson that glow brighter than the vast expanse of stars right outside your window. 

Sun shifts back to make room for the other parasite celestial. Twisting off to the side, flexible body bending to mime lying beside you mid-air. The being busies itself with intertwining its fingers with yours, fascinated by counting each finger you have.

The darker half wins the stalemate of staring you down. Creeping closer. Gingerly nudging the smooth plane of its ‘face’ against yours. Overlaying your lips with its incomprehensible pressure. Softer. Mindful of human fragility, to a degree. 

You dare to press back. 

There is nothing there but its form. The subtle ripple of teeth beneath the surface. Taut like a reinforced wall of stitched together sinew, snaking underneath. Never staying still, like the rushing, winding currents of the cosmic depths they belong to. The pressure is nice, but it’s not quite–

The quieter of the two seems to notice. Not quite right, either. 

Twisting its head around. The thinness of its neck wraps around itself several times. Reminding you that the endearing facade is just that: A facade. Contorting to bring its true mouth closer. Jagged teeth larger than your hands. A maw that opens up, fangs and what you liken to saliva stringing between the roof and bottom. The same jaws that you saw chomping down on–

A tongue slithers out to lick across your cheek. Disrupting and dispelling the negative memories that feel like centuries ago despite your short, human lifespan. 

Tasting. A slow, testing drag with the lightest of pressure. 

The gesture elicits a full body shudder from you. A mix of disgust and wonder.  

All their pupils track your reactions with unending curiosity. Beneath the microscope of glowing white gazes, a solar system of observers, a flush at last colors your face as you let off a small laugh. 

The chimera mimics the color shift immediately. Sharing in your sheepish, sweet embarrassment. Pink, ruby, rose– a swath of reddish hues cascades down their ‘bodies’ in sheer delight. You feel their joy bubbling up in your chest again, swirling in your mind like starbursts and blazing comets. 

Sun tugs at the gloves you wear. Not to pull them off, but to bring attention to your (rather empty) hands. Another part of the suit to unfasten. Another barrier to tear down, to actually touch them– You nod. The gloves require more of your assistance, your participation, than the helmet. You pull your arms, one by one, into the suit with a shift of your shoulders. From the inside, you take apart the velcro seams and unhook the safety latches. 

You slip your arms back through the safety suit’s sleeves. Letting the brighter half carefully peel off the rest of the dense, rubber gloves. 

The being is instantly intrigued. Rushing to feel the smooth flesh of your palms against theirs. Indexing the sensation and deciding that it is as wonderful as the rest of you. Mere glimpses that are opening up to full windows of experience. Letting them in.

As always, Sun pushes to the forefront. Demanding your attention, curiosity, and affection. Moon’s false torso twines together with Sun’s. Encompasses the right half of your body, while Sun cradles the left. 

An urge to touch them surges through your body like a tidal wave crashing down. You reach out, hesitating as your knuckles brush against the sides of Sun’s neck frills. The spines feel as hard as stone, but the umbrella-like underside of the frills is soft. Velvety. Your fingers uncurl to feel along the underside. The frills flutter. The earnest reaction draws a soft laugh from you, the noise popping like bubbles. Cute.

Moon continues to curiously prod at your hands. Sharp fingertips dip underneath the cuff lining of your sleeves. Pulsing eyes with infinite pupils swivel closer to inspect the exposed flesh down to the molecular level. A tendril curls under and around your side, the wrap of it like a wide, flat blanket. One of their larger eyes nudges underneath your arm. Watchful.

With your urging, Sun dips its head down. Pressing the smoothness of its false face to your chest, languid and cuddly. Nuzzling close to the lullaby of your heart beat. Completely relaxed. At ease in this hazy, dreamlike moment. 

Its gaze peeks up at you. Nudges its face forward until it’s resting in the crook of your neck, bending it at an odd angle. Soundless encouragement to keep going. The mouth splitting apart its false face ripples open, revealing another magenta orb that regards you with limitless affection. Then snaps shut, holding together the tethers of their corporeal form.

You comply, reaching around to delicately feel up the slenderness of their spinal column. The thickest roots twine together underneath the tough surface. Bone-like spines protrude outward, flexing unnaturally when your fingers brush against them. The smooth, marble texture of their form is broken up by patches of scorched scars. 

A network interconnected of the areas that had been burnt in an effort to kill the multiplying cells that construct their mass. A frown crosses your face at the memory. In time, you hope the worst of the scars will fade to distant memories for all three of you. 

Moon grows curious, pressing the side of its face to your cheek. Aware of your distress, fluttering its eyes closed to send signals along the neural pathways in your brain to soften and blur the edges into a blissful fuzziness. The bright glow of its true eyes strains the corner of your vision. Your fingers reflexively dig into the form you hold onto. 

The chimera reacts to the tightened hold like a viper. All of the tendrils wrapping you up grip down harder in turn, enough so that you let out a weak cry. Their grip slackens as your fingers dig into their form further, seeking an anchor for the surge of panic and flicker of pain. 

Sun and Moon lower their heads, crowding in, folding in on each other, to check in on your expressions. Learning that it shouldn’t mimic the change of pressure. Watching as the furrow to your brows fades away, as you give them a tentative smile to reassure their panic. It’s alright, your mind supplies.

You lean forward, enough so to gently cup Moon’s face first. You flicker your eyes closed, indulging in the expanse of darkness and cosmos that dance beneath your eyelids in the presence of a cosmic being. Your lips touch against your target; a light peck to the center of its forehead. Where the split in their face becomes more than an illusion, an additional mouth that peels apart at the corners. The curves of spinal teeth press back against you. You can’t help but smile.

The energetic half grows impatient. Rays rustling in an echoing rattle that chases down the barren hallways of the station. You laugh once more, moving to wrap your arms around the warmer enigma. You place a little kiss on each of the wriggling tendrils looping around its face, the being morphing to make the process easier as Moon busies itself with repeating the action. Bumping the center of its mouth down your sleeve, nestling its face to the center of your palm.

You stop when the needier half seems temporarily appeased, wriggling with boundless energy beneath your hold on its face. You stare awhile into the vastness of magenta eyes, allowing yourself to be lulled into infinity. 

Warm tinted arms wrap you in a light hug, favoring to rest against the right side of your body.

Cold tinted arms follow suit, resting against the left side of your body. Content to wrap around you, ensnared in the web of their unearthly affection. Home. 

push day :D a bit too easy today..

Don't cry. Trans bear in nothing but a jockstrap and crop top