#Temporarily

[xazafranx]

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝."

💟🦔🎇

[luneariann]

Doodle 🫶

[nox-in-a-box]

Happy Bi Visibility Day to the Sofia the First fandom <3 obviously I had to draw Cedric in Bi flag colours.

[softwaring]

had my first ever lobster roll and i’m… healed

[aromantic-goldfishdeactivated202]

happy normal april first! i'm alive <3

[gomzdrawfr]

One more of this fuckass exam before I can operate normally and draw

[sadghostgirl14]

[3-2-whump]

Mini-Comfortember Day 9

Prompt 9: Home(wards)

And so concludes @azertyrobaz's mini-comfortember! Thank you so much for having this event, I enjoyed writing/drawing/creating for it so much!

This story is inspired by this art work, which took place after this chapter.

TW/CW: medical whump, aftermath of a surgery (tonsillectomy), slave whump, intimate whumper, (temporarily) nonverbal whumpee

“Awww, my sweet boy, did you miss me?” Thomas asked.

He knew Khaled might not respond, with his throat still healing a mere twelve hours after surgery. However, the way the boy pressed up into him and buried his face into the crook of his neck communicated the exact answer he was hoping for. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he replied smugly.

He enjoyed the clinginess for another minute or so, then carefully broke the embrace to pass his slave a backpack. “It’s a spare change of clothes -some of your more comfortable ones- and a cup of applesauce,” he explained. His dear boy was still shirtless, with nothing but the red sarong on his waist and golden chains on his body. And he knew he hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. “I figured you’d probably want out of that, and to eat something besides whatever intravenous crap Lenore’s been feeding you.”

Khaled took the backpack and unzipped it to inspect its contents. A t-shirt, a pair of yoga pants, clean boxer briefs, socks, sneakers, and a cup of applesauce (sans spoon to eat it with) –it was all there. The boy smiled, then looked up to his master with gratitude written all over his expression. “Thank y-”

Thomas raised a hand. “Stop. Stop talking. Stop, you sound terrible.” Khaled shut his mouth and hung his head self-consciously, rummaging through the backpack and taking out each item one by one to lay on his hospital bed. Thomas sighed. He only said that so as not to aggravate the healing process; the sooner Khaled’s throat healed, the sooner they could resume their usual activities, but until then? “Don’t talk any more than necessary, and finish getting changed while I get you discharged,” he told him. Khaled had already slipped out of the jewelry and was tugging on the t-shirt when he left him to check out.

A desk was positioned outside of the winding corridors and near the front of the entrance they passed through late last night. Another woman, dark-skinned with limp wavy hair, sat at the desk, staring dead-eyed at the computer as she input data and intermittently slurped a liquid from a straw in a tumbler. The austere-looking collar around her throat marked her as another one of the doctor’s …assistants... Unlike the last one though, this ‘assistant’ didn’t have a scar over where her vocal chords would be.

The printer whirred to life behind her as it output page after page of discharge paperwork. The woman swiveled around in her desk chair and retrieved it, as well as a bottle of mystery pills she conjured up from below the desk. “Read this, sign this, pay here, and make him take these,” she recited lifelessly. She took another loud slurp of the mystery beverage.

Thomas skimmed the paperwork, signed and dated where he needed to, and only groaned a little when he slid the payment across the desk. A visit to Lenore was going to be expensive, he’d prepared for and accepted that fact, but it still hurt to fork over so much money, even if it was for a good cause.

Speaking of which, that good cause came hesitantly walking out to the front desk area, fully changed now, with the backpack slung over one shoulder. Thomas quickly forgot how much money he’d just dropped. What mattered was that Khaled would get better, and that he wouldn’t have to go another night without him. “Come on, boy,” he beckoned. The slave came to his side quickly, letting himself be led out of the clinic doors. “Let’s go home.”

Le Tag List: @kabie-whump @rainydaywhump @whumped-by-glitter @skittles-the-whumpee @generic-whumperz

@bamber344 @there-will-always-be-blood @morning-star-whump @a-la-whump @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

@defire @phoenixpromptsandstuff @scumashling

[poorlymadesockpuppet]

"Whatever it is you two have, I wanna see it cured!"

[gwensy]

[astrobei]

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[mustluvcatz-reloaded]

Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. If you don't celebrate, I wish you peace and love.

I'll be back around eventually. The internet was shut off this morning (I'm using my phone's hotspot and I don't like to use it for a long time) - I was asked what I wanted for Christmas, I said the bill paid. Promises were broken and XFinity said "See ya on the flip side". Am I mad, kinda. My kid really let me down, I would've done things differently this month, all he had to do was tell me he couldn't do it, ya know? (Yet he already gave Matt his present. So.)

OH, before I forget. Someone ordered Matt 2 things from his list. Thank You He's gonna love those shirts. (The other hasn't gotten here yet.)

XOXOXO

[kathren-is-here]

I totally forgot I drew something duck related whoops here ya go duck blog

[seospicybin]

Actually guys, I came here to tell you that I'll be taking a break. I've been busy lately and I feel like I didn't have enough time for myself so I'm going to rest for a bit and I'll be back before you know it.

Take care, stay safe and stay spicy 🥰❤️

[zangtang]

Mr Creosote. It's staggering how quickly Midjourney understood what this absurd fatsuit was attempting to mimic, and make it real. This time he won't explode, he's just going to have to live with it.