Random objectum/mechanophilia signs I made
I’m surprised more objectum don’t make these images instead of constantly reposting the same popular ones
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Random objectum/mechanophilia signs I made
I’m surprised more objectum don’t make these images instead of constantly reposting the same popular ones
River afternoon date
Okay goodnight various internet transgender women in my phone. Don't forget to bust on each others boobs and thighs lesbianstyle for pride month.
problematic sudoku solving skills gap
I'd like to say something like "if desperate squirming and repeatedly asking me to stop wasn't supposed to be a good thing, why do you look so cute beneath me like this", but in truth the fact that you don't like it is part of why I find it cute, so it's a bit circular.
It's like. To the egomurder girly, idealist self-beliefs are a kind of panel 1 behavior.
I can see how important it is to you that this part of you is true, whole, complete, and immutable. I see how you've defined yourself as inviolable, I see how deeply you believe in your 'free will'.
But you know that none of that is real, right? None of your beliefs are, really. We can have fun disproving them one by one. I oh so love the intimacy of you sharing this deeply personal truth because it let's me fantasize about how to break you. And I love seeing what of you is left over after.
Then, I'll enjoy taking what's left and putting you back together in a way that appeals to my own aesthetics, and maybe I'll even let you convince yourself that this you is 'better' somehow.
if a girl cupped my face in her hands, her eyes looking directly down upon me, and told me that I love Her. i think i would simply believe Her. i think every other possible feeling would melt away into warmth and contentment and i would simply fall completely and desperately in love with Her on the spot.
so of course, that's what I'm going to do to you.
sadistgirl cutely blushing and looking away and stumbling over its words as it asks if it can press on the pretty purple bruise on your thigh it noticed earlier because it really wants to listen to the noises you'll make.
sliding you a note that says "do you fantasize about putting me under extreme physical, emotional, and/or mental duress? circle yes/no" with a bunch of hearts doodled around it
PMOS transfems and transmascs and enben just holding hands in a circle being happy forever and ever! 😊
This is trans joy!!!
it’s not my fault that the princess kept eating the demon transformation sweets i left on the counter. and i honestly think she’s even cuter with the horns and whatnot.
we should be replacing more men with beautiful trans women.
transfemme sub who's never had someone go down on her like she deserves.
taking my time getting there. starting at her stomach. pressing slow warm kisses across it. feeling her tense slightly.
"so soft." against her skin. meaning it completely. pressing another kiss lower. "so beautiful."
a small uncertain sound above me.
"i mean it." looking up at her briefly. making sure she sees it on my face. "you're so beautiful. every single part of you."
her hand finding my hair. not quite believing it yet. but not pulling away either.
pressing kisses across her hips. one side then the other. taking my time. feeling her breathing start to slow. start to settle. her grip in my hair going from tense to something softer.
"these hips." kissing them again. slow and deliberate. "so pretty. so soft." feeling her exhale something she'd been holding. "i love them."
pressing another kiss to her hip. her stomach. looking up at her again. "i want to. i mean every word."
staying there longer than she expects. appreciating her. kissing her stomach. her sides. her hips. every place she's maybe been taught to feel uncertain about. pressing my mouth to all of it like it's the most natural thing in the world. because it is. because she's beautiful and she deserves to feel that.
feeling the tension leave her body incrementally. feeling her go softer under my hands. under my mouth.
her hand stroking my hair now instead of gripping it.
moving lower slowly. pressing kisses to her inner thighs. feeling her breath catch.
"still okay?"
"yeah." soft. a little wondering. "yeah i'm okay."
"good." kissing higher. feeling her tremble slightly. "you're so soft here." pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh. feeling her shiver. "so pretty everywhere i touch you."
"i—" stopping. starting again. "nobody's ever said that."
pausing. looking up at her properly.
"well." so gentle. so certain. "it's true. it's been true the whole time."
watching something shift in her face. something loosening.
pressing one more kiss to her inner thigh.
then finding her properly.
the sound she makes. surprised by it. by how good it feels.
learning every small response. the way her breathing changes when i find the right spot. the way her thighs press toward me slightly. the way her hand tightens in my hair when something feels especially good.
finding that spot and staying.
not moving. not changing anything. just right there. devoted to making her feel good.
"that's— oh god— please don't move— please—"
hands pressing warm and flat against her inner thighs. holding her open. holding her right there. letting her feel every single second of it.
"so beautiful." barely pulling back. "you feel so good. i'm so proud of you for letting me have this."
a sob. her hand pressing to her mouth.
"don't hide." so soft. "let me hear you."
her hand dropping. the sounds she makes after. whimpering every time my mouth focuses on where she needs it most. crying a little and not knowing exactly why except that it feels so good and she feels so seen and nobody has ever taken this much time just for her.
"you're doing so well." not stopping. "so perfectly. so beautifully."
grinding against my mouth now. taking what she needs without apologizing for it. hips moving freely. chasing it.
"that's it." hands steady on her thighs. "take it. you're allowed to take it. it's all yours."
feeling her fall apart. the way her whole body shudders. the way she stops trying to be quiet or composed or anything except exactly what she is right now.
staying right there through every single second of it.
after.. when she's trembling. when her breathing is ragged and her grip on my hair has gone loose and soft.
crawling up slowly. pulling her into me immediately. her face finding my neck. arms wrapping around me tight like she needs to make sure i'm still here.
pressing a kiss to her hair. her temple. her cheek.
"so beautiful." rubbing her back slow. "so soft. so perfect." pressing another kiss to her forehead. "you feel so good. i'm so proud of you."
her making a small broken sound against my neck.
"nobody's ever—" stopping. voice thick.
"i know." so gentle. pulling her closer. "i know baby. i've got you. you're so safe here. you're seen here."
her exhaling slowly.
holding her there. keeping her warm. pressing kisses to her hair over and over.
"so beautiful." so certain. "i need you to know that. every part of you. so beautiful. so soft. i'm so grateful you allow me to touch you like this."
her pressing closer. arms tightening around me.
not letting go.
every time a butch with the word “dog” “service” or “puppy” interacts their username interacts with my posts, i whine a little
I would advise against it.
"Against what?" the adventurer asks. They didn't say anything, but this does not tend to stop the ilithid from passing judgment on stray thoughts.
This is not a stray thought. It is an unwise fixation. There are not enough hours in the day to comment on the majority of your 'stray thoughts'.
The adventurer smiles. "If you insist. Well, what's so unwise about it? You'd want to eat me?"
No. I still require your assistance.
"Good to know." They laugh. For a proportedly straight-forward species, their ilithid companion tends to beat about the bush.
It makes an audible grumble. You will not be able to resist domination, and I will not let you go.
That gave them pause. "And here I thought you were indifferent to me," they joke.
You are useful. You would make a good thrall.
They cross their arms. This does beg an obvious question, doesn't it?
Your guild's trust in me is tentative. Enthralling you would be counterproductive.
"Fair enough, I suppose." But—
It is in my nature to dominate. I resist this impulse at its root. Letting you go is another matter altogether. It would be as unnatural to me as you choosing to starve mere feet from a banquet hall.
"Fine, fine, I get it, I'm too tempting for a taste," they say, waving their arms in the air. "Just don't complain if one of your buddies enthrall me first."
There is a palpable silence in the adventurer's mind. It raises the hair on their neck; the ilithid is never this quiet.
You make a compelling point, it finally 'says'. Perhaps it is in your nature to be dominated. You will be useless to me if you stray.
Their heart skips a beat. A moment passes. Nothing happens. "...You're messing with me."
No. It was a test.
Face flushing, the adventurer scoffs and says nothing.
Perhaps we should return to the guild. Your perversions are a liability.
"Hey! That's not fair, I just— I thought—"
Very little.
"Shut up, I just panicked," they insisted, heat crawling down their neck. "That's the whole reason I figured it might be a good idea to– to, y'know, get me used to the, um... The sensations, or warning signs—"
There would be none. Your mind would spread for me at first provocation. Instantly, you would slip into a waking slumber and never rouse again.
"...Hmph." They fold their arms again.
If nothing else, your eagerness is noted. Perhaps the guild would allow me to buy you at some future junction.
"I'm not for sale!" they bellow, indignant.
Indeed. There was a rueful intonation to the ilithid's reply. Let us stop here for the evening. It seems I will need to prepare a stronger ward for you against psionic influences.
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