#bolf

[kilesamara]

Bolfy Kilesa is still a bear at heart, so you can defo catch him lounging around as per usual.

still cute tho

[arcticwanderer]

Bolf VRChat base avatar is done!

Woo, it’s been so hecking long! But I finished it!

This is a free editable base, and I’ve included as many files as possible to that end. (Including a Procreate 3D file, because I figured out how to make them 4k!)

If you want your own >CLICK HERE< to access all the files!

[terminusantequem]

Josef Bolf (Czech, b. 1971), On the shore, already somewhere else, 2016. Acrylic, oil, ink and paper on canvas, 40 x 50 cm

[theories-of]

Josef Bolf

[contemporaryartsgallery]

Josef Bolf

[thesewers]

do you have any other space wap thoughts??? because literally you are sooo right this would be the best adaptation ever made

so this was sent in January.

whoops ! i'm just gonna throw things out and we're all gonna roll with em' okay?

tldr, capitalism and the war machine will be the death of everything. so blow it up.

boaratole. bolf. litya <3

the moon the comet the scroll and the sword.

commander sofya rostov and how war corrupts even the most passive, good men trying to bring peace

dolokhov gets turned into a nut cracker after getting himself killed exploding a planet for his Hashtag Nation hashtag patriotism hashtag you're not a real soldier if you don't die for your country!

pierre and andrei's communication being through letters Only. otherwise they do not speak a word to each other.

pierre's dad owned the earth and made pierre live there alone as a growing boy. Now Mr Vasily wants him to take off the conservation restrictions soo bad

the rostovs own a planetary mine and the side effects of living there are very Pink.

helene. that poor poor bird just wants to be with her polish girlfriend and not be some cringe fail influencer.

the war is turning our boys into beasts! wuhoh!

lise is absolutely haunting that damn house

the comet is not a comet.

[mercyofkalr]

Josef Bolf, Car, 2005

[fazbear-ent-official]

hi, I’ve just witnessed one of your employees screaming at a gator using her (what I can only assume is a prosthetic) arm as a golf club could you please pay for therapy for my child and I?

this company doesn't even offer ME or other employees free therapy ("you already have free pizza and a coffee machine"), bolf of you to assume you're eligible

[natasha-in-space]

If Saeran is the one who leave kiss marks💋 on mc,which part of her body he would leave?

Or Which part he would kiss?

Okay, you know what? I'll go ahead and do them all just because this request is so incredibly sweet to think about (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Ray

Your hands. I always pictured Ray as someone who really enjoys hand kisses, be it him receiving them or him giving them to you. It's something so simple and yet so incredibly tender... He may need some time to find enough confidence within himself to initiate a proper kiss with you, but he has no problems with hand kisses. However, that's not the sole reason for this preference of his. Ray adores your hands for so many reasons... Your hands are the biggest source of comfort to him. Your hands never hurt him, never squeezed his achy fingers too tightly, never tugged at his hair with a malicious intent.

Instead, your hands heal, they comfort, they embrace. You held onto his hand gently, regardless of how ugly it might have looked, you pat him on the head with such a tender touch, that he almost teared up the first time you touched him like that. It doesn't matter if you have scars, uneven fingernails or rough skin. In his eyes, your hands are perfect just the way they are. He'll carefully massage your wrist in between his fingers before leaning down and touching the skin of your palm with his lips. If he's feeling bolf enough, he may not even stop at just one kiss. Instead, he sighs against you as he continues to press a few light kisses along your knuckles, whispering words of adoration in between.

Suit Saeran

The top of your head/your neck. I think it's fair to say that your neck is certainly one of his favourite places for him to mark you. Okay, okay, while he does love your neck quite a bit... His absolute favourite place to kiss is actually the top of your head. Yes, this might seem a little strange coming from a stern guy like him, but he genuinely likes the notion of gently placing a kiss on the top of your head, lingering there for just long enough for him to feel a ticklish warmth fill up his entire chest until it's all that he can feel. You don't get to see his face in that position... So, he can allow himself to be more vulnerable with you, pulling you into a somewhat awkward hug and just letting you stay there for a while, feeling his heart beat against your own chest. It's like a wordless promise. That, instead of hurting you, he'll do all he can to protect you. That he cherishes you and your kindness more than you could ever know. He's not brave enough to say that aloud yet... Not like this. But it's his own way of saying 'I love you', before he has to part from you again. Saeran is much more tender with his touches that people tend to think of him. Still, placing a teasing kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck and watching you shiver and gasp thanks to his antics is definitely pleasing to him as well. Teasing you is one of his ways to show affection, after all, if we're speaking of 'GE Suit' scenario.

GE Saeran

Your lips. This Saeran is an easy guy. He loves you, all of you, and choosing just one specific place for him to kiss would be a bit unfair... After all, there's so much fun in kissing you all over and watching your cute cheeks burn with a charming blush! Still, nothing compares to the feeling of your lips on his. It's something he cherishes so much, and every day he wakes up knowing that he can kiss you as much as he wants is a day worth feeling happy about. It's never the same. Playful kisses, loving kisses, somber kisses, casual kisses... And they are all unique in their own way, making his heart flutter to life time and time again. Your lips are his safe heaven, and he's forever grateful for such an angel choosing to love him over and over again with each passing season. It's not unusual for him to get completely lost in the moment and start to murmur about everything that he loves about you in between your heated kisses, making your chest feel tight with all these feelings threatening to burst free out of you. He loves you so much, and he'll make sure to remind you of this every single day.

Unknown

Your collarbone. Okay, so, kisses with Unknown is a tricky subject to discuss. Vulnerability is terrifying to him, regardless of how much he tries to act like nothing bothers him. So, even if you do share a proper kiss, and he'll genuinely like it... It'll terrify him soon after. Because, you're only his tool, nothing more. You're not supposed to be something more. Still, his affections for you will come out into the the light in one way or another, and it's often shown in his teasing sessions, whether you realize it or not. It's hard to discern his intentions when he himself is avoiding his true feelings like the plague. So, you'll have to grit your teeth and bear it as he leaves a series of heated kisses on the cold skin of your collarbone, warming it from within. For him, it's merely a game, nothing more. That's what it supposed to be, anyway. So much is left unsaid between you two, and it's going to be a huge mess for you to figure out in the near future, but for now... You just hold onto him as tightly as you can and try to stay afloat, as his presence fills you to the brim, making your heart hammer so loudly, you won't be surprised if he can hear it too.

SE Saeran

Forehead/nose kisses. It'll take him a long time before he feels comfortable enough to be open with his desires to you. Intimacy is scary, especially if you've been hurt and abandoned as many times as he was. Still, you're patient with him. You never rush him, and you never make him feel like his love is not enough. Whenever he has doubts about himself, you're there to reassure him, and he's forever grateful for you being there for him, no matter what. His kisses are light... so light in fact, it's hard to even feel them at times. He's been rough and imposing with other people for so long... But, with you, he wants to gentle. He wants to treat you as lovingly as his bloodied hands can allow him to be. So, close your eyes and smile as he leans towards you and places a single warm kiss onto the tip of your nose. Like a fragile butterfly landing itself onto your skin. It's a sign of his utmost trust and love for you, and you know that.

[thecosmiccrow]

I'm only doing this because you apparently have an empty inbox

Have a bolf

WOWOWIE… thanks

someone gave me an ask that i actually want to draw so. gimme a little while and dont kill me while im gone

[kilesamara]

Kilesa was feeling wolfy today. Doesnt look like pants were on the agenda either...

[arcticwanderer]

Bolf avatar update!

Just spent a good while updating my Bolf VRChat avatar base, tidied up some weird topology and added some details to the claws and hand beans. I also did a lot of extra Unity work on this like custom animations for the hand gestures and idles. I've made a new Drive folder with the updated files, which includes the .blend file as well as a unitypackage.

I've put a lot of love into this silly goober, I really hope people enjoy it!

Public avi for trying it out can be found here: [Avatar Link] And the Drive folder with all the files is here: [Drive Link]

[thecameronchronicles]

After Class 2: Extra Credit

TW: Smut. Public self-gratification. Language. Dom!Rafe.

SUMMARY: The day after your first interaction with Professor Cameron results in a boost in your confidence that leads to you tormenting him during his next lesson. 

WORD COUNT: 1500

*Requested*

All you could think of since leaving his office was seeing him again. The steel focus of his gaze, the meticulous guide of his fingers in domineering direction, and the finalized feeling of relinquishment of a shared pleasure. It made it impossible to focus on anything but that next interaction. Your roommate noticed over breakfast and your friends could tell as you fixated into the beauty of nature between classes. Something had changed within you and it was accredited to him. But now you had to act indifferent. As if your body didn't ache for his touch and your heart didn't threaten to explode from your chest at the mere sight of him. But the memories of the day before held quite an effect on your patience, or lack thereof, as well as your confidence. 

"Good morning-" Mister Cameron addressed the class, doing a simple one over with his gaze as you pleaded silently for him to look at you just one moment longer. But once he hadn't, you pulled yourself into a recline and sat your focus onto that of his lesson. 

At least at first. 

The sound of his voice describing details that were otherwise dull and even sleep-inducing, left you hooked on every word, as always. But knowing how his voice sounded once praising you had held an effect all its own as your skin chilled to the memory. 

"And if you can understand it from the context-" He continued, his eyes flashing to you for the smallest of moments before pulling away with a hint of something behind his eyes. Something that told you he thought of the same things you had. Because of this, he was borderline instigating a reaction. At least, this was what you convinced yourself as your thighs pressed together beneath the long surface shared by your peers. 

But to understand why you had done this had been for the layout of the room itself. The lecture hall consisted of eight rows of long tables divided down the center by a single set of stairs. But the desks themselves were revealed to keep from having anything being concealed from the professors. Calculators. Stolen test answers. And for Professor Cameron, the validity of you having followed his command from the day before. 

No panties. 

His eyes fixated for just a moment as you bit the inside of your cheeks together to try and limit the pathetic grin of victory in knowing you finally held his attention. And with a single look of warning in nothing more than a raised brow and corrected grin, you would obey-for now. 

"I want everyone to close their eyes for a second…" Your rebellion waged against him as he was now able to look at you without shame, taking in the sight you willingly presented to him. 

"I want you to focus on this silence. Focus on my voice and the understanding that I am guiding you." You nodded to him as he now hung over his desk, knuckles in fists over the surface of the surface before him. 

"Don't." He ordered silently as he continued his lesson. But you were too wired for his attention to care of his threats. And so without a care for its implications, you pulled your fingers between your lips and to your sex, widening your legs so he could see witness your bolf actions. It caused him to lose himself in his words for a moment as one of his students had noticed and lifted their lids, to which they were quickly reprimanded. 

"Don't come." He mouthed again while his eyes fixed onto you, drinking you in and unable to tear away as your mouth pulled in slack and your chest rose in silent breathlessness. The sorrow of a repressed orgasm occupying your heavy eyes, he glared while learning the curve of your spine and toes bending in synonymous tension had been the signal of your orgasm. Something he warned you against. 

Strike two. You could see him make this note within his mind, but was too transfixed to act. For that, you continued. Only now doing so with a devoted gaze across the lecture hall. Licking his lips, he cocked his head before offering a final shake, giving you one last chance to obey as you allowed the pleasure you granted yourself to take over you in waves. 

"Fuck…" You breathed as your name was suddenly cast across the hall, shameless in his upset as you pulled your fingers freely and offered him your attention. 

"My office. Everyone else, catch up between pages 210 and 226." He wouldn't offer anything close to an embrace as all were on you, until the second the door came closed and you were pressed into it. 

"If I could wait after class, your ass would be every shade of red possible for pulling shit like that…So for now…this'll have to suffice…" He moved you to the desk, bending you over its edge and proceeding to lower onto his knees. 

The sound of his belt removed had rolled your eyes deep into your head as you imagined that pending release was so close. But instead, he would use the belt on your wrists. 

"You make one goddamn sound and I'll have you transferred out of my class so fast, you'll never know this again, understood?" You nodded. 

"Good. Now bend over how I like. Let me fix the mess you made…" His tongue was quick to fondle your clit, motions made in quick succession made you struggle against calling his bluff as you began to tremble for him. It was maddening. It was torture. And you loved it. Almost as much as him.

"Gotta teach you to keep your hands to yourself until I say. Can't have anyone else seeing how beautiful you look in my classroom…staining my chair so desperate to come…fingers in a place only I get-" A sudden knock on the office door set his fingers in place of his tongue as you turned to face the interruption. 

"Stay quiet, I'm not stopping." Your mouth hung open as he called out to the echo at the sound of his TA asking apologizing for being late. He was quick to dismiss him by saying he was dealing with a problem that needed his undivided attention, before finally untying your hands. 

"We have to make this faster than I would've liked…But you're gonna stay my good girl, right? Stay nice and quiet just like you're nice and wet and tight for me, yeah?" You nodded as he pulled the belt over your mouth. 

"Bite down." You obliged as he wrapped it behind your head. 

"You can moan a little. I wanna feel the leather vibrate…but nobody else is allowed to hear you so keep it low for me." 

"Yes-"

"Yes, what?" He snapped, pulling the belt back even further as you gasped. 

"Yes Mister Cameron."

"Good girl." The sound of him preparing himself was enough to make you tighten before that relief of his penetration pushed your body into immediate tremors. 

"Two minutes and we have to get back to class. So you're gonna take it faster-" But to this, his speed sent stars behind your eyes as you relied on him to keep you upright. 

"Too much?" You nodded as he pulled you to face him, lifting you into a straddle until he rested on his office chair with you wrapped around him. Turning the belt in quick succession so he could use the tail of it as a rein, he forced your head backwards and breathed deeply into your neck as he prompted you to ride him. To which you would with just as much vigor and enthusiasm as the first time.

"Sixty seconds…" He warned as you could feel that release on the edge, that tease of pleasure kept at bay from that final push, one you would take as you pulled his hand between your legs. With pleading eyes, he would allow this bout of your dominance before releasing the belt and allowing it to fall from your mouth as you wrapped yourself into him. 

"Shit…" He grunted before ultimately building to that cusp as you shuddered in breathing, a grip painful and tight, as be kept you in place for only a moment before helping you back to your feet. 

"Six A.M. tomorrow. Seems to me I have to teach you how to behave in my class…"

"No underwear?" You asked while moving towards the door. 

"Good girl…" He spoke while nodding in agreement.

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[theories-of]

Josef Bolf-Blind Star 2017 oil on canvas 70 × 100 cm

[conlangcrab]

Čèrpi ìvən fənìvan lə̀waas bolf ȍnon kythupà, čèrpi čorkwȍšn velèn valf ȍnon khös čèrpi čorkwȍlk nom vàltaf kòghäf [ˈt͡ɕʰerpʰi ˈɪvən fəˈnɪvan ˈləwos ˈpolf ˈønɔn kʰɨθuˈpʰa | ˈt͡ɕʰerpʰi t͡ɕʰɔrˈkʰwøɕn vɛˈlen ˈvalf ønɔn ˈxøs ˈt͡ɕʰerpʰi t͡ɕʰɔrˈkʰwølkʰ ˈnom ˈvaltʰaf ˈkʰoɣɑf] “I saw seven fish in a river yesterday, twelve today, and I want to see 14 tomorrow.”

[awfulwingz]

// I gave Dracu my real life drip !! This bolf dripped out as FUCK !!

// This is my fursona Dracu for those who don’t know ^__^