#oc: terminal

[gravitycoil]

All of them

[robothole]

terminal is born from the ultrakill terminals-are-sentient/alive/whatever theory... particularly the aspect of terminals playing music specifically to attract supreme machines... i dunno i find it absolutely wonderful that supreme machines can recognize and appreciate music enough that they're attracted to it, and i find it wonderful that terminals are designed to utilize that. terminal (my oc) is supposed to really emphasize that... terminal is sentient and can experience emotions to a point and loves supreme machines. particularly v1... it's hard to emphasize through text just how much terminal cares for v1... it cares for and loves v1 enough that through that (+ other means you'll have to suspend your disbelief for) it formed a "body" so that it would be capable of interacting with supreme machines on its own. can you imagine that? feeling so strongly for something that you manage to create for yourself a proper form? just to let it know that you're there and you care?

[creaman]

@cheeseplatterstuff 's Courier for ArtFight !

[cracklewink]

MY GIRL FINALLY HAS A REF SHEET (my longest yeah boy ever)

I'm working on a comic about her see tags for more 👀

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

I can't stop thinking about how the the feeding process between Astarion and the player would get more and more intimate as time goes on. Especially if they let him feed during their first night together. How he wouldn't just bite and move on but he'd cradle their cheek, stroke their hair, hold their hand, moan with gratitude, maybe ask to feed from other areas like the thighs, he'd kiss the wounds tenderly after he's done, make sure they're alright and fetch them some food and water, maybe snuggle for a while to enjoy the newfound warmth within his body, he would make sure to remind them that this is a gift and he is forever greatful.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲: 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 (𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓)

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: The terminal for the horny plane is here.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Mer!Amadeus just can’t help himself while you transform.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets(I test it), @bispecsual(I must think of it now), @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // SMUT, Biting/Marking, Breeding/Ovi (what do you expect from a fish man?), Cervix, Yandere Themes.

“𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙘” will be used as translation language for high gothic and others.

To be transformed into a creature of the sea was… quite the experience. Not painful, it’s on the more… pleasurable side. Talon-like hands clawing at each other’s scales, new and old. One desperate, the other shocked at the amount of things that just happened within the span of 6 hours.

To be truthful, it did hurt at the beginning. Waking up to an ache in your spine is not the best way to wake up. Nor was seeing that your legs have been turned into a fish tail and have become much smaller than Amadeus who “helped” the entire process. His own snow white tail wrapping around your own. His fangs skimming the skin of your neck, kissing your skin there, and atop of your breast that partially grew scales on them like a form of protection.

If you weren’t so frozen at so many things happening at once. You would have probably panicked in this new body of yours. This… transformation should be impossible! To have never happened! What happened to me that made me this way? To make me a creature like him?

Amadeus purrs into your neck when he exposes it by gently pulling your hair back in his talons. His tongue lathering your skin in his saliva where he wants to bite, occasionally nibbling it.

“Such a pretty thing you have become.” He mumbles, his other hand carefully tracing your scales down your tail. Sometimes teasingly rubbing underneath one, sending jolts of overstimulation through your new body. Your hands immediately grasping at his shoulders, a tiny whimper leaving you as he inhales deeply at your neck, a curse of his language leaving him.

“Let me ease your troubles, vita mea(my life.)” He rumbles, vibrating the waters around you. A cry escaping you when he suddenly pushes his fingers through a certain slit near your waist. Your waist bucking onto them at the shock of it filling you, gaining a shocking discovery the transformation still allowed feminine parts.

“Amadeus…” You managed to whine at the creature who thought it was a good idea to initiate a mating session while you were trying to comprehend this new change. Your nerves hypersensitive at the moment to accommodate the change.

Amadeus simply chuckles into your neck, enjoying how your blood rushes through your veins while he slowly pumps his fingers into your fluttering walls. Dragging and curling them almost painfully against the more delicate spots. Your “airway” choking on the water around you, burning my throat as you cum rather quickly on his fingers. Your walls clamping around his fingers, threatening to pull him back in.

Despite the quick and embarrassing high, Amadeus was purring at the sight. His head lifted up from her neck to look at the climax the spread into the water. His blood red eyes admiring everything before him, not missing how she curled into him. Twitched when he slipped a finger underneath her small, fragile scales that were the most sensitive. Watching how they shift and gleam under the bioluminescence light of his nest making her glow with blue radiancy.

Throne, her over sensitivity will make this process easy, but very pleasurable. Her blood will hype up his nerves as well. Not as strong as what she was feeling, but it’s all the better to get her quickly nested than having to chase her down as soon as she figures out how to move like him. He will be able to track her down more easily once their bodies connect more intimately.

Pulling her hair back more. His lips give a few wet kisses to her neck, just below and above her jugular. His tail wrapping more around hers like a snake, pressing his body flush against hers, enjoying how small she was against him, unable to fight him off. His scales rubbing up against her own sensitive ones, some locking together as he feels her cry out to him with his tongue in her mouth. Her pretty little eyes looking up at him, glazed with pleasured tears and some confusion.

“𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.” He grins switching his kisses back to her neck, speaking in an entirely different language. One of not his usual Romanian. “𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙙.”

His eyes carefully watch of her face contorts into one of uncomfortable shock. Her eyebrows rising up, her eyes closed as her mouth opens in a ‘o’ shape. The feeling of his cock sliding out between his slit and into hers probably too much for her to bare.

He shivers when he feels himself sitting perfectly in place inside of her walls that hugs his tentacle-like cock, his tip gently prodding at her cervix. His nose coming back to nuzzle at her exposed neck, his mouth finally opening in the process to finalize his decision to drink her lifeline, to have a boosted pleasure. His fangs piercing her soft skin while he times his thrusts with each sip he takes from her little life.

He groans after each thrust and cry that rips from her throat. Her own hands clawing at him, digging into his scales with no regard of his tolerance. Not that he minds, no. He can feel how it affects him. How it makes him want to process his clutch through her womb right there, right now, but she wasn’t ready, her walls too tight for them to push through.

Oooooh, but it gets harder and harder not to with each high he rings out of her. Her walls continuously gripping at his cock, dragging him back into her needy core. Her climax ringing around his cock and running down and between his scales.

He doesn’t think he can stop himself to open her walls up for his clutch a bit more. His movement becoming more and more erratic with each bloody sip he gains from his little life. Her new transfusion of blood having a lot more effect to him than he had originally thought.

He eventually abandoned the act to feed as he pulls off his feeding spot on her neck, her blood flowing through the water as he makes a readjustment to latch onto her shoulder instead. His thrusts deep and quick as he yearns to fill her up with his clutch. Her cry’s of overstimulation not helping him nor her to stop his frantic thrusts into her fluttering walls.

He growls when she screeches at him, her claws digging into his scales, giving him a mark on his shoulder as he thrusted a bit harder than intended. Not liking the attitude she had given him in that split second of mating.

Her body freezes up on him. Her tail unconsciously wrapping around his own as he purrs in satisfaction. His eyes closing in content as his cock pluses with the intention of storing new life in another. His hand moving from her hair to hug her closer as he unlatches himself from her shoulder, licking at it to close the wound.

The first clutch pushes up against her cervix as she whines at him. Wrapping her arms around his torso the best should could, nuzzling into his chest while he rumbles praises and affirmations towards her. Vibrating the waters in a pleasing way as he gives a thrust to pop the clutch through her cervix and into her womb. Another cry greeting his ears.

He gently pats her head and traces his talons through her hair in immediate response. The urge to comfort his mate strong. Yet he still has more eggs waiting, pushing to be deposited. He can’t back out now.

He try’s his best to fall back into the main part of his nest, gaining a snarl and a whine from his little life making him freeze up for a moment. Watching her as she nuzzles back into his chest, still trying to accommodate everything that has happed while taking his clutch.

He quietly coos, his talons coming forward to hesitantly message her scales. Another mix of purrs, growls and whines escaping her. His instincts telling him to stay right were he his, to not move a muscle.

So he doesn’t, obeying her primal command. Watching how her stomach grows with each egg deposited into her womb. Her nose nuzzling into him as she starts to purr herself.

[404-art-found]

*hands Buddy a shotgun* go, do a crime

"nice job killing that nutcracker, guys. hey where's buddy" (MUFFLED BANG)

[onlineviolence]

new sol (belongs to @02nt)

[somewhatidealname]

Hey did you know streetcleaners are responsible for the death of all plant life on earth in ultrakill? Says so in their terminal entry

his list of crimes against humanity grows

[falmerbrook]

>be servant for the king

>have an affair with him

>his wife assassinates him

>become new queen (don’t question it)

>widow fucking hates you

>always side with her in disputes

>become her closest friend

>marry her

>love wins

[wraithsoutlaws]

"Horror punk quartet, RATTUS RATTUS made waves in the underground music scene with the recent self-release of their new LP, "King of the Rat King," a twenty-seven minute train wreck of drug-laced ultra noise served up with the subtly of a rusty chainsaw. The band's become synonymous with pure chaos in the local NC music scene, often setting fire to the stage, fist fighting their own fans, and welcoming "blood sacrifices" mid-show. On one occasion, charismatic frontman "Dagger" finished a set with fresh wounds after stabbing himself several times and encouraging the crowd to follow his example. You won't find the album in record stores, but copies can be purchased from your local XBD vendor."

[gravitycoil]

bloooood rage

[ridetheterminalau]

The bullies (+ Alice)

(1/?)

[rasstegai]

some old xenodima sketches

[krokaxe]

Yeehawgust 2024 previews! Posts are scheduled so they'll be rolling out on their alloted days :3

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

First half of Windshear’s ref done! This is her mercenary livery, and it gets tweaked a little when she joins the peacekeepers.

She’s also supposed to have a railgun mounted on one arm as a mercenary but I haven’t added it yet.