#multi-head

[lenoratheyinglet]

Yinglet Taur Commission

Did this commission for the lovely Nautilees system! Specifically for one of the headmates who happens to find comfort in this lovely form here!  It was a challenge but it was a lot of fun! 

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[caliburnabsolute]

what's your pfp art

It's this really cool commission I got from my friend @aliciachimera!

It's an alternate version of my sona and their siblings (from left to right, their names are Joy, Cali, and Randy). It came out really well, and I definitely want to get more art of them in this form in the future. I would joke about making this canon, but... I dunno, I'm honestly pondering that. I guess we'll see.

[multiplicationdivision]

Two Heads are Better Than One

Honestly it was barely a big deal

Sure, his father had been banking on the treatment. Finally get his version of a son he dould accept, rid his mind of any of those little ideas he’d gotten in his year and a half outside of their small-minded hometown. The man had been so scared of all the normal things he thought were deviant, it was deeply ironic how much money he was willing to shove into this trendy medical arrangement.

16 separate pills made legal only by the way their effect was coveted by the rich and famous. Something something controlled mitosis something something human duplication.

Jake was hardly a genius at the whole process. Neither was other Jake, who would loudly proclaim that it wasn’t their fault they’d forgotten to take the following 9 pills after the first 5. To be fair, the first 5 gave them a pretty good bud to chill with. They’d taken to it quite nicely the day they’d woken up with two heads on their shoulders and it hadn’t taken their absent brains to go wild with the potentials. Jacking off was a whole different ball game and they were becoming all-star players home alone. Either could fantasize or watch porn and two brains worth of stimulation would pulse back and forth from their dick. It was feeling someone’s hand on your cock only for it to be yours and the whole experience was a mindfuck.

It wasn’t his fault he barely had the mind left to remember the other pills when days were spent between playing around with his new partner and crime and sharing every one of his hobbies with a person who cared about them just as passionately as he did.

They’d play a couple hours of any old game they’d always loved, seamlessly trading back and forth between the controls until they weren’t even sure which of them was the one pressing the buttons. Exercising and lacrosse felt the same, the only odd thing out being the way people typically stared these days. It was likely just folks getting caught unaware at his now doubled handsome mugs.

It was only after the pont at which continuing the replication was medically impossibe that they’d actually remembered being two-headed wasn’t the goal. It was crazy considering they’d gotten as far as a couple pairs of custom shirts. Hell, they’d even had plans for a podcast with just the two of them, although a well meaning friend had shown them an example of another pair of clones who’d done the same and it was understandably terrible audibly and almost full blown narcissism. Which his podcast would’ve likely been, considering he found he loved to hear himself talk.

All things to say, his father was resoundingly disappointed but unable to be surprised by it at all. The Jakes had happily given the man the rest of the pills, they’d been expensive, he was sure. It was the first time in forever that he’d actually been grateful to his father and two Jakes saying so surely twisted the knife. All the worse when Jake’s lay rounded the corner of Jake’s living room, a multi-headed bear with full ass on display, leaving his father a jabbering pathetic mess.

His dad was a weird nutjob anyways, banking on a crazy experimental treatment to fix his relationship with his son.

Not that Jake was much better in the ideas department.

He thinks he keeps himself pretty in line these days though.

Two heads, from his experience, is far better than one.

[brooklynmuseum]

🔵  Here’s a little BLUESDAY inspiration from our Asian art collection, currently on view in Infinite Blue.

This thangka, or painting on cloth, shows the multi-headed, multi-limbed, buffalo-horned god Vajrabhairava stomping on his enemies. Barely visible against him is his similarly fierce (and blue) female partner, Vajravetali. Vajrabhairava is one of Buddhism’s most intimidating deities. His worship is only for advanced practitioners. His alternate name, Yamantaka (Conqueror of Death), celebrates his role in combatting both the fear of mortality and mortality itself.

Anonymous. Vajrabhairava Yamantaka, 19th century. Color on cloth. Brooklyn Museum

[multiplicationdivision]

Telophase

There were six injections required to complete a full mitosis.

Dean hadn’t been able to finish it all, as had his coworker, Rhett. The money his old boss had had dried up and that final essential injection had been forgotten. It left them stuck in just before full completion, sharing their bodies from the shoulders down with a brand new twin.

Dean and Rhett had been only convinced to even try it based on budget concerns. The past asshole had said duplicating his best workers would be better than trying to hire on more untrained trade school grads. He’d promised it would be easy. He’d pointed at his first batch of duplicated workers and had them extol its virtues. The Pats were a crew in of themselves, every happy to show off the benefits of triplicating your best worker.

Dean and Rhett had wanted to be Pat, to some degree.

The Deans were taking their troubles as they came. They were happy to get the process over with after the first day of sharing the body, but that was a dream long gone. They were less receptive towards a mirror self than Pat, butting heads (literally), from the start.

Even if they tried to finish it now, they had waited too long. It would just end in two Deans both with two heads.

Rhett had taught them how to deal. The man preferred the singular, considering his two heads a asynchronous whole. He flexed on them, acting as if he was built to deal with this shit with his two calmly handsome faces.

Dean had been nervous to masturbate with the other man sharing his dick. They had been awkward just pissing through the thing, barely getting over that even after weeks of their new existence. They hadn’t liked addressing their new state of being, one Dean primarily taking over as the other tried to fade into the background. It left the Deans tense and angry, left to whatever release wet dreams gave.

Rhett had convinced him to try it.

It was like having sex with a boyfriend for the first time. Either Dean unsure of what they wanted the other to do, despite years of knowledge on what they wanted. They had barely talked to each other despite weeks of sharing a body and negotiation was even more painful to overcome.

They’d gotten over it.

Masturbating with a shared body was better than the lonely shit they’d done before. Dean could relax as his twin took over their dominant hand, feeling the familiar rhythm that they’d done since they were teens. They’d diverged enough for it to be off though, just a little bit out of sync with what Dean expected. Just a little unpredictable.

Two brains pumping arousal into the same dick also helped a bit. Dean hadn’t even known he could get this hard, but his body continued to seem to find the blood to make it longer and longer. He didn’t even need to watch porn these days, both of his heads fixated on how long they could get their dick.

It was hard not to like your other self after sharing that every night. It helped them share everything else. Their favorite hat, who got to eat most of their dinner, who got to be the one with a cigarette or joint in their mouth.

Who got to suck Rhett’s dick after work.

Dean was still going to bash in his old boss’s head when he finally saw him again, but he was coming around to the idea of doing so as a team.

[caliburnabsolute]

hello, can i hug the orthrus?

These two? The ones in my icon? Sure! They give great hugs.

Their name is Beassabelle, by the way! Pink one's Bea, gold one's Belle.

Really need to get around to drawing more of them. I have a really bad habit of going "oh I should draw these characters" and just. thinking about them. and not actually drawing them most of the time. Which sucks for these two in particular because I made them as a secondary sona. (Caliburn's still my main one, I don't think that's gonna change.)

[fuckyeaheffectspedals]

“Nearly complete. Accumulation Sphere. Spherical tape loop machine. Uses magnetic medium on the sphere to hold recording and joystick to control playback. Currently has 3 read and write heads (will eventually have 5). I've found an enamel paint that uses the same oxide as the original audiocassette medium. The red buttons control the recording function from 5 separate inputs(combined if wanted by the black switch on the lower right). The knobs are push-pull switch potentiometers to control playback and and volume. Video soon after I install felt pads next to the tape heads to prevent the bouncing that happens due to the unevenness of the omni-wheels.“  -Bryan Day (from Facebook)

This was just sent to me by @nicbelor and holy shit this is nuts.