#open to mutuals;

[spectrewolf]

Come to docking bay D24 if you want an ass-kicking.

[languageofsuffering]

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The door fell into the lock, unsteady footsteps bringing him across dusty old floorboards whilst leather-clad fingers unfastened buttons and tie, peeling crimson-stained fabric off his body and tossing it aside, first his black wool coat, then vest and tie, to leave equally visible imprints on the light brown linen of his bedding — how much of it was his own, he didn't know, didn't care, not in that moment, where the pain of recently acquired injuries felt far away in the muddle of adrenaline and frenzied emotions as he braced himself against the table's edge, the grip of gloved hands fierce, unrelenting, pale eyelids shutting with a quiet, barely audible, inhale into his chest.

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[kleinewahines]

like for a thing from Vi or Jessie

[shctsfired]

Storm's a brewin'

With a horrible and unpredictable storm brewing outside, Harper had slipped into a broken building window, seeking shelter. Normally weather wasn't a big issue, but she found that the storms became increasingly worse the further south she seemed to travel. With the approach of summer, the humidity was adding to an already unstable atmosphere. Despite whatever was causing the storms, she seemed to be safe for now. 

That notion was quickly dashed as thunder roared outside, causing the groans and moans to stir to life. Slowly, her gaze traveled upward toward the ceiling as she heard the faint noise of clickers upstairs. "Fuck.." She hissed to herself before looking back to the broken window. She could go back out the window and risk the storm but- CREAK. In one swift motion, Harper pulled her pistol and turned only to find nothing there. She scanned the room before making her way into the dark hall. As she approached the living room, she could see something in the darkness stumbling around. She squinted, trying to get a clear glimpse, but as it stood up, her mouth dropped. Before she could give away her position, a hand covered her mouth as she was yanked into a side room. The hand was held over her mouth for a moment to ensure she didn't scream before pulling away. 

She stumbled back to find another survivor; normally in situations like this she would shoot first, but they did pull her out of that monster's view. Perhaps, they were friendly? More than likely, they just didn't want her making noise. 

After a moment of silence, she looked back at the other, breath heavy. "How is it you're not scared? What the fuck is that thing?" She whispered out, jumping slightly from its groans. She knew one thing, it was almost the size of a bloater, but that wasn't a bloater. 

[andva-ri]

☆ Masterpost of GoFoundMes of people that contacted me ☆

Help by spreading/donating <3 and if you show me a donation receipt you can have a commission!! :3

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this is not a famous blog and it's an art blog, reblogging multiple posts does not work as well as this list!

I have donated all i could for the moment and offering drawings to whoever donates, I'm doing what I can ✨💜✨

UPDATED 31 JULY 2024

[bobacupcake]

i think whatever the next "social media" is in howeverr many years after all the current ones finally fall apart i think every person should have a dedicated timeline for like, posts your friends want you to see. like you know how youll see a post and be like "i have GOT to send this to greg" so you send it to greg or tag it #greg but what if there was like. a dedicated greg timeline that all of gregs friends could add posts to. and then greg wakes up in the morning and gets a timeline full or good or maybe bad posts tailored specifically to him. anyways that's what i think ^_^

[nikoco11]

hi serious talk time! not my usual kind of post and it’s going to be a little long, sorry! but i’d appreciate some help with sharing 🙇

recently my very very very close friend tads got kicked out from their home alongside several members of their family, including a teenager.

they have emergency commissions open currently! here’s a really cute animated gif of a character i designed they did for me!!!!! this could be you and ur oc!!!

below i’ll link their kofi alongside their twitter, but i’d like to request just as a personal favor that you tip them extra (or even just send a couple dollars and don’t comm at all) to help lighten their workload.

their slots are also limited so if they’re sold out already, just toss them $5!

i love ‘em a lot and know personally that even drawing a little, esp for an emergency like this, takes a huge toll off your energy and health and i don’t want them more stressed out than they are.

thank you always!! here’s their twitter as well

( their tumblr @tadsdy but they’re not as active here!)

[femboty2k]

The Great Trans Girl Exodus Commission Post

Hello once again! To make a long story short: My darling wife and I are trying very hard to be able to move from Texas to Colorado ahead of how bad legislature is getting here. We have savings and a plan but its shaping up to be a very expensive and stressful finding a place to actually move in to. Our lease here is up at the end of June so we're starting to really crack down on trying to find places to apply to. I'm making this post because we would really appreciate some extra funds to add to what we have saved to make this move possible and if its an option: comfortable. We're a pair of trans lesbians trying so very very hard to make a life for ourselves in this country that hates us. Below I've attached some basic pricing and examples of the type of pixel art I do as well as some of my writing as I'm A-Okay writing for other folks if you like my prose or brand of article jank. If you have any questions about anything here please feel free to send me a DM on here and we can talk more about what you want and what I can do for you. Thank you so much if you end up commissioning anything or even if you just share this post. Examples and pricing below the cut:

Y2K Stylized Piece: $50+ (Price can range based on piece complexity desired)

Flat colour piece w. basic detailing: $60+ (Price can range based on number of characters desired and background complexity, basic BG is included in piece)

Detailed/Low-Poly Style piece: $75+ (These ones take the longest due to the by-hand editing needed to ensure the style is cohesive or detailing is done on the whole piece. Price can range based on complexity desired.)

Pixel Chibi: $20 (Pixel Chibi pricing is locked at $20)

Emote Suite: $35 (Price covers up to 9 custom emotes sized for usage in Discord and other messaging use cases)

Doodle: $25 (A flat simple piece with a simple concept done on a small canvas)

WRITING EXAMPLES:

Fiction: Tactile Sensations, a Sci-Fi short story Article Writing: Bloodborne PXS: One of the best fanworks on the web Writing prices start at $30 and can fluctuate upwards based on piece length. Thank you so much for checking out my work and/or sharing it. We're trying to start a new life for ourselves in a safer place, and we really do appreciate any help. Thank you!

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[naiiveblondiie]

“That thing... had the same butterfly tattoo as Hannah. But when it attacked, it was nothing more than a monster.” Jessica tried explaining. She spoke much slower as she was still trying to process what happened. Sighing in defeat, the blonde haired beauty shook her head. “Is Matt... alive and well?”

[pumpariah]

Help a brown asiolatine disabled trans person sustain their family + help their father leave venezuela

Hello there Tumblr people. I'm Ren, I was formely pumpyrunah before my past account got "ended" for being mistaken for a bot 🫠

I'll try to keep things as concise as possible this time around because I really want to get to working as soon as possible: I'm Venezuela and I'm working to help my parents with the house spendings and we also wish to in a near future help my father emigrate. Just last month ago we had out elections. And as I hope most of you already know, things didn't end up exactly well after the elections.

I Really would appreciate saving up the further details about what did or did not happens over here or my personal opinion on the whole shitshow, simply because it's already draining enough to both my physical and mental health. All that concern us right now it's that is obvious things aren't going to get easier in the near future, my current irl job just covers rent, half of groceries and my brother's institutionalization and savings have dried up. And less than a week ago The Humanitary Parole has been indefinitively "frozen"

Because of all of these new circumstances, it's extremely unlikely we'll be able to apply for a parole in the near future, so the current plan is for me to try as hard as I can to raise anything to both keep ourselves at bay in groceries and medicines, and also help my dad leave the country "The other way" through The Darién Gap 'safely' with a big group from his hometown in the following months. In order to have certain Docs and equipment really we estimate we're need around 8k USD. However I current have ran out of medicine and food with some debut luring over us so I need a bit of help quickly.

I don't want to simply beg for help, if anyone is interested in doing so freely i'm extremely thankful with my heart, but I really want to earn and work on helping my parents. So because of such I'm currently offering extremely cheap comms of little chibi doodles in a style like the example below for anyone that wishes something in return.

Even if you can't of don't wish to donate of order. Just by sharing this around as much as possible is enough to help. Thank you <3

Ppal, mind you is under my 'legal name'. Btw if anyone knows any way I can set up a Cashapp as a forgeiner please reach me out

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[spectrewolf]

"Certain people born on this day really know how to be late to a party."

[powerofinvisibility]

Jacob stared into the other’s eyes before he pulled them closer to him. “Don’t think about it too much.” He whispered seductively. Throwing caution to the wind, Jake leaned in to capture their lips in a kiss. Hopefully, they knew exactly how he felt about them now.

[kleinewahines]

“Pro-tip for those who apparently enjoy getting infected gunshot wounds: you gotta clean all the blood and dirt off first before you bandage. Don’t make me see you on my table ‘cause you ignored basic hygiene.”

[victoriawhimsey]

🌸LET’S SUPPORT ENGY🌸

I am creating this post on behalf of my dear friend Engy Shaheen. Engy is a third year university student in Gaza and a choriocarcinoma cancer survivor. She is currently in remission and she still needs medical care. Due to the total collapse of the healthcare system in Gaza, Engy is no longer able to receive medical care or obtain medication.

Due to the total destruction of every university in Gaza, Engy was no longer able to finish her last year of education either. Her home was destroyed and now her and her family are displaced. Engy wants to raise funds so she can leave Gaza to finish her education abroad, and so she can receive remission treatment and medication again.

Despite everything Engy has endured, she chooses to volunteer by organizing activities for the children in Gaza.

**Engy’s fundraiser has been vetted by me through the community process of vetting with Pali Pals on IG**

CURRENT & OVERALL GOAL: €4,785 / €15,000

Engy has only received 185 donations in two months!! She has a total goal of only €15,000! Please donate, share & help this reach people who can help Engy! You can donate to Engy & read more of Engy’s story using the link below:

YOU CAN FOLLOW ENGY HERE:

https://www.instagram.com/engy_nedal?igsh=NndraWx1a3hrOW5n

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[jesuistrestriste]

Sage hear me out...

Divorced dilf art who calls his younger gf mommy

art stays cooped up in the house all day—everyday—when you’re out at your hot new job.

he thinks about all the guys your age who probably ogle you and try to make passes at you, not knowing that you’ve got a man pushing 40 waiting at home for you with dinner and a pair of warm, strong open arms.

sigh.

when you do get home, he’s there to greet you (as always). he walks over and holds you close; kissing your cheek, and then your lips and your neck. each one soft and sweet and attempting to wipe your mind of any flirtation from younger men that you may or may not have endured throughout the afternoon.

“hi,” he whispers, and you slide your fingertips down his lower back, making him tremble like a wet kitten.

“hey, baby,” you hum in return. you’re shorter than him, and so when he leans his weight into you his forehead naturally falls into your shoulder. he smells like warmth and outdated cologne and need.

he mouths at your neck in the next moment, his hands sliding to lovingly cup your waist, “i missed you so much.. can i have you now?” he breathes out, his voice shaking and pleading. you feel something thick and warm press into your hip from inside his sweatpants.

and you chuckle and shake your head. he bites his bottom lip to stifle a petulant whimper.

“i missed you too,” you nip at his ear, “but i need you to use your manners if you want something from me.”

he stiffens for a moment before he stumbles forward a bit, taking you with him and gently pushing your back up against the door. “i’m sorry.”

the apology spills from his lips with an earnest desire to make his obedience known. he’d never want to disappoint you. you’re all he has these days.

“can i… can i please have you now?”

a breath. a shake of your head. a rock of his hips against your body followed by a sorrowful, begging moan.

“no?” he shifts against you, his body aching for yours.

“you’re forgetting something, Art.”

it only takes a moment for him to process your words before he’s mumbling a slurry of “i’m so sorry”s into your neck. but apologies only go so far, don’t they? he needs to correct his behavior. he needs to show you that he knows what you want from him.

“please…” he whispers, “please, mommy..”

the honorific rolls off his tongue like honey, heavy and sweet. it hangs in the air between you two and then you let out a low chuckle, “much better.”

“mommy,” he breathes out again, his erection involuntarily pulsing against your body through his clothes, “mommy, mommy, mommy—ngh“

his tone grows more desperate with each mumbling of the word; higher in pitch and more urgent. your hands move up to stroke his short blonde hair, and then you whisper into his ear.

“what do you want?”

god, what doesn’t he want? he wants your hand down his pants, your perfect cunt wrapped around his unworthy cock, your mouth, your lips, your tits. everything.

but he knows you. he knows that this is a trick question. you’re phrasing it like you’re going to give him something, a treat—a reward, but it’s a bit of a trap.

there’s a right and a wrong answer here. pick the wrong one, and he’s in for a night of painful orgasm denial (coupled with a ruined one to end the evening).

but luckily, art is smart. he knows what you want to hear.

“i.. i wanna eat mommy out.”

you pull back gently from him; and judging by the look that spreads over your face when he says that, he picked the right response.

you smile, and then your hands slide from his hair to his shoulders. in an instant, art finds himself being pushed down to the floor in front of you. he can’t help but scoot forward and shove his boner against your ankle, rutting himself into your soft skin as he dribbles precome in his briefs.

you lean back against the door, hiking up your skirt, before you’re looking down to him expectantly.

“don’t make me do all the work, baby,” you practically purr.

art’s hands scramble up your thighs to your panties, which he peels off of your sticky core with wide eyes, letting the thin fabric garment fall to pool at your heels. you giggle.

you kick them off to the side, feeling your boyfriend’s hands clutched around your legs. you sling a leg over his left shoulder, spreading your folds for him to see, and he wastes no time in parting his lips and engulfing your heat with his mouth.

you groan, letting your head loll back, and you move your fingers wander to the back of his hair once more to push his face further against you. you grind on his eager tongue, feeling him flick it over your clit as he whimpers and suckles. what a slut.

his baby blues look up to you with weighted lids, lapping at your cunt like it’s something he’s been starved of for years. his pupils dilate intensely as he stares up at you like you’re a god; something holy and unreal. and when you shake over his mouth’s ministrations, getting close, he lets out a long, drawn-out whine into your core.

he’s murmuring something that sends vibrations up your spine from the coil deep in your gut. it’s hard to make anything out when he’s drowning in you and loving it, but you can decipher bits and pieces.

“please, mommy”

“come in my mouth, mommy”

“give it all to me, mommy”

“i can take it, mommy”

you’re everything he’s ever dreamt about. you bend his perception of time and space and reason and logic. how could a sweet, beautiful, young thing like you ever want a washed-up, older athlete like him?

he prays that you don’t only like him for his money, and then he closes his eyes and mouths at your sensitive bud. he drools all over it like a sick dog, his brows pinching up as he moans out incoherent pleas for you to finish.

and holy fuck, you come hard.

a strangled cry jolts out of you as your back arches, mixing with a helpless sob from art, and then you absolutely soak his tongue with your juices. it gushes all over his face and he swallows as fast as he can; hell, he nearly chokes on it.

“ffffuck! art! oh my god, good boy, good boy, such a good boy!”

you rock over him until your orgasm recedes, and you pull his head back from you shakily by your tender hold on his hair. strings of your slick cling to the lower half of his face and the tip of his nose; a lewd squelch echoing out as he’s forcefully disconnected from your body. a dazed smile graces your lips and you peer down to watch as art’s hips shake against the hardwood floor and a dark stain appears at the front of his sweats. it’s a pathetic sight, really.

but you watch him moan softly and keep his gaze trained on you as he wipes his chin messily with the back of his hand.

“was i good?” he whispers, like he’ll cry if you say no.

he needs to hear you say it when he’s not lost in the throes of your climax.

your chest is still heaving while you try to slow your labored breaths, but you lean down anyways and meet his lips with yours. you taste yourself on his tongue. he shudders and winces.

you pull back, your bottom lip brushing his.

“so good, baby..”

art kisses the corner of your mouth softly, just once. he’s melting into you.

he loves you. but he swallows that down for now. he opts to murmur out something that’ll sum up everything he feels in a more palatable manner. something that makes him seem less desperate to keep you all to himself for as long as you can tolerate him.

something that he’s earnestly dying to say.

something that he knows you deserve to hear.

“thank you.”