#//;w; thank you for the ask

[cielenruine]

"Sir...Uh." He didn't know his name. "I would like to apologize for the way i acted at the rat's dorms." Of the people he could recall at that meeting he crashed he was one of them and thus deserving of apology. Alfred did not smile but instead wore an expression that perhaps spoke of how bad he felt for his actions. "I don't think you need to know the exact reasons of why i appeared the way i did, but it was wrong of me to come crashing in the middle of your meeting with demands and refusing to leave despite being told to multiple times to do that. I was not only rude but also unfair to everyone involved—I'm really sorry for the trouble i caused."

Hand hovered his own chest. "You don't have to forgive me and i will accept if you don't, but i wanted to apologize anyway."

His anxieties still stuck with him, brows furrowed into a frown but as he continued speaking his tone was far from angry—instead it was grateful. "I also wanted to thank you for taking Lord Rafal in. It was my fault he ended up needing to go to your team for some peace, very glad he's got people willing to support him." A heartbeat. "I don't want to know what happened after i left until he's ready to tell me himself, but thank you for supporting him when i failed to do so."

“Matthias.” Dry. Part of him was grateful he need not seek the other man out, that he had the courage to come to him, but he could not so easily be turned from the impression left on him that night. He listened, his expression scarcely changing as he did and at he end he could only find himself staring.

“Emotion takes us all at times. Irrationality isn’t something that can be prevented, specially so when one’s heart is truly dead set on something.” The words were spoken formally, far more akin to the voice he had used back home rather than the more soft spoken tone he had adopted to use with others here. ”You should concern yourself with sorting yourself out first.” A slight shift in his gaze accompanied by a shift of eyes and a sigh. “That you would even think to put your hands on him like that,” He couldn’t prevent the scold that had seeped it’s way in. “Be so absurd as to chase him where he sought solace most likely for your sake and think others might let you whisk him away so easily leaves no doubt for your devotion, but it seems sorely misplaced if that’s how you act.” “I’ve two sons,” The words would mean nothing to him, but it had plagued Matthias’s mind since that night. “You remind me of my eldest, so I say this with the utmost care I can-“ He took a step back as if to restrain himself. “If all the flowery language you spoke back then wasn’t utter drivel and a show, then you’d best learn when to leave well enough alone. I don’t know Lord Rafal nor you, nor do I wish to get anymore involved than you made any of us that night…but you seem earnest enough if misguided.” He turned to look back at the man. “For your sake and Rafal’s, I’d suggest you focus on things more important.” ”But you didn’t come here for a lecture.” His tone returned to the voice more suited to his current professor profession. “Thank you for the apology, you’re forgiven. The incident is as good as gone from my mind…and so long as you don’t ever pull such a horrible stunt again, then we can simply act as though none of this happened.” The man requested not to know…and maybe if only for Rafal’s sake, it was best he didn’t. “We were concerned about you as well.” Though for different reasons. He still had never seen whatever the hell it was Valter stabbed.

“I can’t offer you much in way of advice outside of what I’ve already told you, but should you ever feel so distressed you fear making such a rash decision again, I’d be glad to help you channel that energy into something more productive…a silent spar in essence. Feel no obligation to accept or decline. It’s simply an offer on the table.” The least he could do was try and end it amicably…though that sort of thing would never be his forte.

[eastgaysian]

compiling a far from comprehensive list of palestinian fundraisers i'm aware of that are far from their goal (less than 25% raised) and/or stagnating. i will try to update this post at least every couple days - please check the op for updates.

if you can donate at least USD $15 (€14, CAD $20, kr160, £12) and dm me proof, i'll offer a colored sketch commission akin to these drawings (more details here). [EDIT: not accepting new donation comms at the moment until i've worked through my backlog; check back in a week or two!]

even if you're not able to donate that much or at all, please share, and follow the links to the fundraisers - there's much more important information for each one than i'm able to quickly compile into one list.

(created aug 2, updated aug 15)

Hazem Khalil (hazempalestine) - vouched for by bilal-salah0, who has been vetted - €6,015/50k (USD $6,556/$54.6k) raised to evacuate 7 family members

Mohammed Haboub (mohammedhaboubsblog) - shared by 90-ghost - kr85,347/300k (USD $8,108/$28.5k) raised to evacuate 4 family members, along with paying for rent and medical expenses - URGENT RENT + MEDICAL COSTS

Walid Al-Qatrawi (waled-family, waledps) - shared by 90-ghost, instagram - €2,164/€50k (USD $2,362/$54.6k) raised to evacuate a family of 5 with a child on the way - GOFUNDME HAD TO BE CLOSED, DONATIONS STAGNATING SEVERELY

Bilal Abed Rabou (bilalassadabedrabou) - verified by 90-ghost - €7,169/80k (USD $7,814/$87.3k) raised to evacuate a family of 3 + living and education expenses

Israa Alazaiza (isra-elazaiza, sarah-family) - verified #236 - CAD $5,480/48k (USD $3,946/$34,593) raised to evacuate 9 familly members - DONATIONS STAGNATING

Abdelmutei Al-Habil (abdelmutei) - verified by 90-ghost - €8,985/50k (USD $9,794/$54.6k) raised to evacuate 7 family members

Heba Al-Anqar (heba-baker) - shared by 90-ghost - €3,170/60k (USD $3,455/$65,499) raised to evacuate 7 family members + provide for living expenses - DONATIONS SLOWING DOWN

Salahaldin Hor (salahaldinhor) - shared by 90-ghost - €5,032/40k (USD $5,485/$43.6k) raised to evacuate 5 family members + medical and education expenses

Mohammed Atallah (mohammed-atallah) - shared by 90-ghost, organizer's instagram - €11,542/82k (USD $12,581/$89.5k) raised for a bone grafting procedure + rebuilding family home

Fatima Alanqar (fatma93-gaza) - shared by 90-ghost - €4,730/20k (USD $5,156/$21.8k) raised to support a family of 7

Mohammed Matar (matarmoh) - verified by el-shab-hussein - €1,119/€20,000 (USD $1,220/21.8k) raised to evacuate 5 family members, including a 6 month old baby daughter

Mohammed Iwais (mohdiwais) - shared by 90-ghost - kr156,227/500k (USD $14,842/$47.4k) raised to evacuate 10+ family members

Ahmed Abu Shammalah (ahmed8311) - verified by el-shab-hussein - €12,051/100k (USD $13,136/$109k) raised to evacuate 8 family members and provide living expenses - DONATIONS STAGNATING

Wafaa Resh (wafaaresh) - shared by 90-ghost, tiktok - €26,122/100k (USD $28,473/$109k) raised to support 15+ family members

Musab Abed (musababed) - shared by 90-ghost - £3,780/8k (USD $4,838/$8.7k) raised for living and education expenses

Fadi Zakkout (burningnightgiver) - shared by 90-ghost - CAD $10,310/50k (USD $7,423/$36k) raised to evacuate children who have been separated from their parents; their daughter Wafaa needs insulin

Malak Dader (malakabed) - verified by 90-ghost - €5,646/€25k (USD $6,154/$27.2k) raised to support a family of 6 with living and medical expenses + education

Shymaa Taiser (shymaafamily) - #141 - USD $10,878/$50k raised to reunite a father with his children in Gaza and provide for medical expenses

Yousef Hussein (adham-89) - shared by 90-ghost - USD $11,001/50k raised to evacuate 6 family members - DONATIONS STAGNATING

Sujoud Al-Sarsawi (sojid222) - #155 - CAD $10,587/45k (USD $7,623/$32.4k) raised for a single mother and her 3 children - DONATIONS STAGNATING SEVERELY

Siraj Abudayeh (siraj2024) - #219 - CAD $36,515/82k (USD $26,291/$59k) raised to rebuild a family home

[stealingpotatoes]

If BBBO had met would Bail be able to improve Owen's opinion of Obi-Wan?

he can try...

(commission info // tip jar!)

[jesuistrestriste]

art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭

art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.

he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.

the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.

the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.

after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.

but this didn't happen.

if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.

he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.

he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.

he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.

he liked yearned for it all.

when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.

one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.

it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.

but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.

when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.

he’ll drool.

all over.

down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.

just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.

he can't help it.

because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.

when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.

"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."

and he'll know right away what you mean.

"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.

he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.

slurp. wipe. whimper.

a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.

his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.

after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.

maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.

[hellcifrogs]

Team SKHA (sky?) - the weapons are mostly just overall ideas here, not really detailed.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 126

You know what would be hilarious? 

Constantine comes into one of those meetings as he sometimes does every blue moon. Though the proper word would be storms into a meeting and practically slams a whole stack of papers down. “Can someone bloody explain to me why the American-fucking-government is trying to go to war with the fucking Infinite Realms?!” 

The Justice League is of course alarmed and confused- and also John weren’t you in Hell?! Yeah, he was, where the fuck do you think he found out about this? 

Now if you’ll excuse him he’s going back to the House of Mysteries with his now haunted trench coat. John, John Constantine what the fuck do you mean by that? No don’t just leave, don’t leave this mess just for them- JOHN! 

[soosoosoup]

¡por favor, te lo suplico, te doy mi alma pero por favor ¿podés publicar mas sobre tu b&c AU? (¿por lo menos un dibujó) 🥺

Had to dig up the old sketches and revamp. Hope you like them!

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[artsymeeshee]

LITTLE BOYS 🥺🥺🥺

[mx-monster]

request: male rabbit monster x human (any gender) dubcon

M!rabbit monster x f!human

cw: heat/rut cycle, dubcon,

It was a such normal morning.

You were startled awake by the piercing shriek of your alarm. You dragged yourself from the comfort of your bed, ate breakfast, got ready for work, clocked in five minutes before your shift and sat at your desk.

A morning like any other morning. No hint that something was wrong. No sign that your whole world was about to be turned upside down.

Until your boss called you into his office. Until you damn near fell over from shock at the sight of your boss fisting his large cock. Until you were pressed up against the wall with his arms planted on either side of your head. His face buried in you neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

“I’m sorry,�� your boss whispered. But his apparent remorse didn’t stop him from grinding his hard cock against your thigh. His hand stuffed down your panties, rubbing your clit and dipping his fingers into your cunt. To say that you were stunned was an understatement. While rabbit monsters often got stereotyped as walking HR nightmares that didn’t think about anything other than food and fucking, your boss had been nothing but professional with his employees.

“Uh, Sir,” you managed to stammer out, “would you like me to call someone?”

“No,” he groaned into your neck, hot breath sending pleasurable chills down your spine, “I need you.”

While you weren’t an expert on rabbit monster heat and rut cycles, you knew enough to know that they were frequent and brutal. Often reducing the rabbit monster to their basest instincts.

You swallowed thickly, “Sir, you aren’t in your right mind right now.”

Your boss, the man who you’ve seen reduce grown men and women to tears, whimpered.

“Please,” he was full on sobbing now, but his hips remained unrelenting. Continuously grinding into your thigh searching for relief. “I need it. I need you.”

Heat pooled into your stomach at the desperation bleeding into his words.

“Okay,” you relented. You just hoped that you wouldn’t be the one to regret this.

That was all he needed.

There was no time for grace and finesse. He hiked up your skirt, pulled your panties to the side and thrusted into you.

“Thank you,” he whined in relief as his thick cock speared your swollen pussy. He set a brutal pace, fucking into you with wild abandon. With no care about the ethical codes you were violating or the dozens of employees right outside the door.

Sharp pain melded with molten hot pleasure. You bit down on your lip in a desperate attempt to keep you noises down. You were failing epically. The harsh thrust of his hips punctuated by the tell tale thump of you bodies hitting the wall. Your whines, his desperate growls, the squelch of your wet sex all melded together in a debauched song of primal fucking. There’s no way nobody knows what you two are doing.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your mind grew increasingly obsessed with the fullness, blocking out any rational thought. You focused only on the orgasm you were rapidly careening towards. You reached the crest of pleasure with a broken sob. Pussy spasming around his cock, your vision whited out at the force of your orgasm

On a whim you reached up and gripped both of his long, snowy white ears and pulled. He snarled, throwing his head back as he pumped you full of his hot seed.

“You’re definitely getting a raise. If we both still have jobs, that is.”

[popppyfur]

sometimes when i like characters thisssss much i like drawing unnecessarily complicated comics of them having a normal ass conversation

[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

[nedeii]

Yay! It's been like two years :'), but my commissions are currently open! The slots are limited, please do take a look if you're interested:

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[shepscapades]

Seriously, thank you so much everyone for the trick or treats, Happy Halloweens, Boops, and well wishes!!! <3

I edited out all of the request parts of the messages to fit everything in, but It's good to know what everyone's interested in ^w^ (>:3)

[nyoomerr]

I already have a crush on the tianlang-jun in your fic. He's sooo annoying. I need him desperately

he accepts. you will regret this.

jhgjh no but i'm glad you're enjoying the fic!! there are lots of tlj-centric scenes in the next couple chapters <33

[kinos-fortress-2]

this is what the mind of someone insane looks like