Serpi

If you ever feel anxious or uncomfortable while trying to get to sleep at night, just remember: someone is watching over you 🖤

Allow me to introduce myself with a wall of text no one asked for.

In the middle, between the light and dark side, two spacecraft approach a planet from the darker side. A smaller craft splits off from the larger, slipping out of its hangar. Behind them, spacetime is churned into a bright foam from their drives, a soft white glow shrouded by a faint rainbow shimmer, like a disturbed oil puddle. Behind the planet, faintly shimmering stars litter the void of space.

A new day, a new dawn, a new planet!

I may not always have legs to stretch, but it's still nice to get outside all the same. Especially with somewhere new to <greet/intrude/save/ruin/change> and explore ❤️

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Back to ship-posting! Now including bsky.app/profile/serp... as ISS Moonlight ❤️🌖

I figured out how to add belly physics to the moonfang noodle

Raffle time! like,follow and repost for your chance to be drawn as pearls prey! Drawn by @nsfsijn.bsky.social Raffle ends 12/24/25 #vore

An outline of Serpi's skull in Maya's full gut, with Serpi's half melted conbadge draped over it. She loves coming to MFF this way. <3

bwoouuurrhp ☠️💚

#mayawolf #vore #bones #serpi

TJ (Cheetah taur with a considerably fat ass, and balls that reach the floor) stands on a roadway above a now presumably destroyed city, seen in silhouette. A kill count marker beside his asshole shows 275'057'682 people have been devoured over the course of his meal, significantly more than in any one city, indicating a pretty extreme rampage.

As a treat you can have some fat feline ass, balls and donut, courtesy of @filthhound.bsky.social 's TJ. Seems he's juuuust about done visiting a city or like...20, and he's not quite left any of them as populated nor as in tact as when he arrived!

Oh well. Worthy sacrifice.

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(Older comm pic)

A large black aerospace fighter sits in a dark hangar, its rear partly illuminated by red glowing stand lights, the front by two white versions. Its front end sticks out of the shadow of the hangar, and is notable covered in a lot of jizz. There's even more on the ground. In the lower half of the pic the shadow of the tail of the dragoness responsible can be seen moving out of sight. There is a loveheart emote visible from the dragoness, and 3 lovehearts being projected as a hologram from the right side of the fighter.

A large black aerospace fighter sits in a dark hangar, its rear partly illuminated by red glowing stand lights, the front by two white versions. Its front end sticks out of the shadow of the hangar. In the lower half of the pic the shadow of the tail of a dragoness can be seen moving out of sight. There is a 3 lovehearts being projected as a hologram from the right side of the fighter.

Just in case you didn't quite get the gist from the last post, yes, I am considerable more horny that is legally permissible about Blacklights.

...But not as horny as @iryx.tgirl.gay, which is why this IS-264 BL.III now has a "special glaze"

#pankamythos

Only... once so far, tangentially! a commission for skavennoises, of cute plushy vore from back in 2020. It's a theme I oughtta do more with for sure!
#plushophilia #vore #safe_vore #endosoma #plush_vore #furryart #nsfw #furrynsfw

WE REACHED OUR GOAL!!!!👏👏👏👏👏

Our next goal is about 1.9k away for the blue colored kobolds!

A roiling jade tinged abyssal waters stretch off, out to the edges of the horizon;
Drowned in the depths of this black lagoon that encompasses the spattering of land. Animate ink lap at the standing constructs under a crawling sky of false-light.

Art done by the amazing @asralore.bsky.social <3

An IS-64 hypersonic aircraft ascends into the upper atmosphere past the clouds, wreathed in plasma from hypersonic flight. Text reads "IS-64 Blacklight" Strategic Interceptor // Airframe-pilot complex No Joystick. No pedals. No buttons. No switches. Only you. Your engines scream a wordless howl, your intakes drink in the deep blue, your sensors see like no eyes ever could. You have a body. It is eight-three tons of alloy and ceramic. You are a weapon. You will never be the same again. Join MYSTIC GREEN. Become something new." Bottom right text reads "Delivering tomorrows victories, today. "UNION AEROSPACE"

Become something new...

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Some fanart for @iryx.tgirl.gay and her transhuman stories, because they Scrambled my brain~

Read them here: iryx.gay (With the IS-64 Blacklight, and those who BECOME them featuring in a few!)

Kinktober "OOPS ALL VORE" 2. OPPONENT Digital art piece depicting an interaction between two characters. The dungeon boss predator in the scene is a pink wolpertinger (dragon/rabbit hybrid) who takes on the role of a gooey slime dungeon boss. It has a pink base color, with a lighter pink muzzle, chest, and belly. Bluish/purplish goo hair is flowing off to one side as gooey horns shoot up through it. It has piercing green eyes and has a dominant gaze at her latest catch as it licks its fingers in delight. The other hand rests on the prey's head as if to urge them to sink faster. They snake mage prey is a dark colored reticulated python name Serpi. She has a dark grey base with lighter grey scales that descend from the base of her jaw all the way down her chest/belly, and along her tail underside. She has splotches of dark red spots all around her body, with brilliant blue eyes. She has a look of pure ecstasy on her face with most of her body encased in the thick goo of the creature's belly/hip. Her mage gear is strewn about, but not in a haphazard way, almost as if she voluntarily offered her body up to the dungeon boss.

Kinktober "OOPS ALL VORE" 2. OPPONENT And alternate piece of the first piece, with the addition of the classic FromSoftware "YOU DIED" message, but instead saying "GOT GOO'D" a joke in reference to the common response of "git gud" from the player base in response to a struggling players asking advice for difficult sections of the game.

2 OPPONENT

This new dungeon boss certainly is something else! At least defeat seems to be an enjoyable experience!

Goo Bnuy belongs to @drakenverk.bsky.social
Snake Mage Serpi belongs to @serpi.bsky.social

Maya is wearing leg warmers and a hoodie that really doesn't cover much of her person-sized gut. She's looking out of frame asking "Who...?" in reply to some question about who she swallowed.

Yeah sorry, I didn't catch a name...

People out here wearin’ thetas and deltas and sayin’ they “Act on Instinct” but they won’t even acknowledge that

[[WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO ACT, IF WE WANT TO LIVE IN A DIFFERENT WORLD]]

or that

[[THERE IS A VERY UNSTABLE SITUATION ON THE GROUND, THAT IS UNFOLDING VERY QUICKLY]]

THIS IS A THERIAN STOP POINT

stretch your tail

flex your claws

shake your coat if you have one

that's better ✨️🐾

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(2024)
And as I put that potion in my body every day, I could feel myself changing ever so slowly.

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Chomping Aki to show it what happens when it tries to bite people.   
For @ichorpunk.bsky.social

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(2024)
Commission for Ty https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tolikeevan  & Neo https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ne0fox

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(2024)
Commission for @serpi.bsky.social

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A whole lot of cake for @serpi.bsky.social

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Featuring one very well behaved pet: @slimepaws.bsky.social‬

Turning Fen [she/her] into a delicious snack.
Fen belongs to @aloviarts.bsky.social

Commission for:
Shep [they/he/it] stupidshepherd.bsky.social
Goobie [he/him] https://www.furaffinity.net/user/goobie/

Digital art of a huge red dragon in space. Its long body trails off into the distance, covered in patches of both lighter and darker areas like a smoldering fire, accented with glowing blues and yellows. Its eye resembles flame, turning to blue in the center with a white star shape. Looking up at the beast is a much smaller blue dragon, its body trailing light. The huge dragon’s visible eye focuses on the smaller dragon, imposing but not threatening.

Digital art of a dragon rearing up from black clouds, wings open and covered in star like speckles. Behind the dragon the sky is dark at the edges of the canvas, growing lighter from shades of dusky blue to pink to yellow, where a large crescent moon glows brightly.

Digital art of a black spiky dragon with head turned to look over its shoulder, wings spread out to the sides. The dragon’s body and horns are covered in golden cracks, similar to kintsugi, the art of repairing broken pottery.

A digital art of a long serpentine dragon with many wings, dark purple/black with glowing purple marks that resemble eyes at the ends of the feathers. It is curled around a black hole in space with stars and nebulas in the background

Hello I stand before you today, I completed another orbit around the sun and humbly request a few reblogs tossed my way if it so strikes your fancy~
#art

hey there. little one. i’ve been trailing your scent through the wasteland for days. don’t run. i’m not here to hurt you. i’m here to tell you—you’re not wrong. all your life you’ve twitched at shadows, felt eyes where there were none, ached like something was missing just under your skin. they called it dreaming. they called it madness. but i’ve seen it. i’ve seen you. and you’re real. not some soft mistake. not a too-bright child who never learned to settle. you are claws. you are hunger. you are song written in wet leaves and dirt. you are what came before language. don’t you remember? when you used to listen with your whole body? when you could read the sky like scripture? when sleep came only after circling down, nose to tail, heart to moss? you used to know these things. before they taught you to be still. before they filed your teeth and stuffed your mouth with plastic. before the quiet got so loud you forgot how to feel. but i didn’t forget you. and you didn’t lose it. it’s all still inside— the instinct, the kin-sense, the aching need to run without name or reason. the snarl that isn’t anger but love with no words. you’ve tried to play nice. tried to keep your head down, your tail tucked. but i see you. i see what’s under the mask. the beast that paces. the soft creature still watching the trees for a signal. for a friend. for a way home. listen. this world isn’t safe. but it was never meant to be. we weren’t made for steel boxes and lonely kitchens. we were meant for packs. for muddy paws and rib-warmth and eyes that say i know you. i don’t promise ease. but i promise this: you are not alone. you were never alone. so rise. panting, blinking, wild with grief— but rise. and when the night presses in, don’t whisper. howl. howl into the void until something howls back. and then run to it. run to the ones who remember. run like your name depends on it. because it does. i’ve waited so long. we all have come back. come through. come home. — Shimi & Critter

Hey There Little One

A watercolor illustration titled “What the Creek Said” by Shimi & Critter. On the left, a small brown wren perches among green leaves. A pale blue creek winds down the center of the image, flanked by lush greenery. On the lower right, a golden-brown wolf pup with white markings bends to drink from the stream, eyes closed peacefully. The background is soft earth tones, blending into warm golds and greens. Overlaying the artwork is a poem in typewriter-style font. The poem is about a creature walking on four feet, communing with the forest, and feeling known and held by the land and sky. It evokes themes of Therian identity, creaturely grace, and spiritual belonging. The final lines express a longing not for death but for transformation—“to become, in this exalted creaturely state… to be held at last.” What the Creek Said Today I walked on four feet, although two were enough. The forest did not mind. The creek was speaking —in its clear tongue, …and I bent down, cupped it in paw-hands, drank what it offered— not to survive, but remember. I thought I heard my name, not as the world calls me— not by word nor brazen human sound— but in the gentle shape of air, before shame, before names, in that hush between a leaf …and its falling. I howled, just once and low, not for sorrow, but to join the chorus already going on without me. A wren answered. The cedar leaned closer. And I, made of fur and salt …and breath, I was fed, seen, and known. Somewhere—still far— a lamb watches the gate. But here, right here, the Shepherd’s hand is moss …and lichen and sky. I lay down beside the stone. I do not wish to die. Not now, no… not just yet —But simply to wait. Not to rise, nor to witness, but to become, in this exalted creaturely state. To be held …at last.

“What the Creek Said”

Part 2 of bsky.app/profile/alov...

With the Impasse washing across the world, a friend facing an all too familiar pain and no end to containment in sight, it's MAYBE time to reconsider loyalty to the shadow agency suffocating magic to death.

CW: Fear, violence, injury detail

iryx.gay/anomaly-p2/

Anomaly By Rose The anomaly itself is...almost unremarkable. What seems to be a thin gash in the rocky wall gushes out clear water, flowing down the surface, pooling up across the floor of the immense cave. ...

A researcher of the Foundation stumbles into an anomaly uniquely suited to its -ΘΔ- needs...

Contains: Therians, TF, Dragons, a peek at my world building!

Story very kindly hosted by Iryx on her site! Check out her writing there too, maybe get your identity forever changed!

iryx.gay/anomaly-p1/