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Trash Volume 01
I'm trying a bit of an experiment with my patreon - supporters at the $10/mo level will get access to background assets in packs as I develop them for my games. The post linked below includes a blender file with all of the above assets, ready to use royalty free under a CC-BY license.
Even if you don't need these, please consider joining at a lower level to support an independent developer. And, as always: if you can't support financially, reblogs help.
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Patreon Post: Wren's Unionising Perks (Wren)
content warning: Cheating, Cucking, Nasty Wren really into Remy's spouse
Wren always got what he wanted. Not while he was growing up, no, never then. But when he reached his twenties, he found out there’s a lot he could get, either with his winning smile, or with quick hands. Then his tongue could worm himself into some good graces in more ways than one. He liked getting what he wanted. Suddenly, he could put food on the table. Suddenly, he had a favourite leather jacket. Suddenly, life was a breeze and nothing could bring him down.
So, all in all, fuck you.
Fuck you.
God, he’d love to fuck you.
Regular little love story, you and Remy. Horse Ranch meets Riding School. Horrible father meets Horrible Future Husband. Married within 6 months.
Wren didn’t hate a lot of things. Bad hair days. Shit hands when playing poker. Maybe when those shark teeth cut his fingers when spending his Friday lunches at the prison. But fuck, he hated you. He really hated you. He hated you till his stomach was painted with his own cum, his cock sore as his fingers gripped the base too tightly.
Cute townie, trotting in here. Can’t ride a horse, looks lost when Remy rattles off facts about why his cows are the most excellent, didn’t even own a pair of boots until you ruined a pair of your fancy shoes in the mud. Real cute. The kind of adorable where if someone like you, with a face like that, Wren would definitely have you in his bed after a charming little riding lesson and some flirting. But he couldn’t. Because of that fucking golden ring adoring your finger.
He did do his best at first, keeping away from you, real polite, only sometimes swinging by to help out when you got lost on the stupidly big estate. One of his winning smiles, a squeeze of your elbow, and then he could disappear back into his work, only sometimes glancing over to see what you were up to. Sweet little thing. Sweet thing that he won’t lure into his bed at all, god no, because he will be fired at best, killed at medium, and turned into one of Remy’s best bulls at worst.
Which was annoying. He didn’t even pay attention to you. It’s like that one time when he was a wee sprog, his somewhat friend had a toy that they hadn’t played with in a while, and then acted so annoyed when he stole it for himself. Like, what did he expect? When people put stuff aside, Wren will usually take it and be halfway out the door before they realise it was gone.
He just happened to think that the same rules should apply to you. Get left in the corner too long, and he’s allowed to step in. No one puts baby in the corner and so on and so forth. But apparently Remy and the Church of England were against his very reasonable thought process.
Luckily, you seemed to agree with his thought process. Somewhat.
You were obviously bored. Leaning against the bedroom balcony, watching the cows be led out. Wren looked up from his horse, the scene mocking Romeo and Juliet as you barely looked at him, and he was getting a lovely view of your legs. But you did notice him. Soft brown eyed boy with the wicked smile. You didn’t get to meet him properly, only formally. Remy just vaguely gestured at him, called him Wren and moved on, with one gloved hand pressing against your back.
A gesture Wren also liked to do with you.
Spotting you, bored, petting one of the horses. Hand against your back. Inviting you to a poker game. You accept.
The others worry. They can’t have fun like they usually do. Nothing scandalous or perverted, not while the boss’ spouse is sitting so pretty at the table. You were fun, it turns out. Only got more fun as the others became drowsy and passed out from all the shots. Only you and Wren awake.
How could he resist?
Tit for tat, he offered. Which you countered with “Tits for Tattoos?”, which amused him. You pull off your shirt, in return to see one of his tattoos. He likes you naked, and you like him… Showing off to you.
You win a hand, he has to share embarrassing stories, tattoos, see if he can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. He wins one…
He gets to taste that pretty little mouth. Lick your teeth as his lean hands grip your thighs, pressing you close. Wren gets to grope and squeeze and touch, feeling his thigh get warmer from where you are perched so cutely. Best of all, he could tell that Remy had yet to do his husbandly duty and fuck you like a whore. You were his, and the thought of shoving your face into the pillows of the marriage bed to fuck your hole raw never crossed his mind.
Idiot.
Well, Wren was his right hand man for a reason. Pick up the slack where Remy can’t.
It isn’t the marriage bed, but it’s his, and fuck, you look good. Debauched and spreading your legs just for him. To be fucked, a couple of paces down from your mansion, in his little cottage. He couldn’t breed you, obviously, but the thought of keeping you full, sated and a happy little spouse for his friend had him stroking at your stomach greedily. All his, at least for most nights in the week, and maybe every other midday break.
Yes, Wren settles on, as he fucks into your hole roughly, enjoying the arching plane of your back as you grip his thin pillows and covers. Yes, this is how it should be. Enjoying a tight little thing in his own bed.
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Hey everybody if you enjoyed watching me liveblog my slog through Edward Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire I wrote down some of my thoughts and you can read them a week in advance for the low low price of one American dollar.
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Edward Gibbon’s The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire from the Age of the Antonines is, in no uncertain terms, the longest book I have ever read. It encompasses the 1st through 16th centuries of the common era, totalling roughly 1.8 million words and requiring approximately six days of my one human life to listen to the entire book on tape. To use one ignoble comparison, it’s more than twice the length of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. This terrible fault is not helped by the fact that Gibbon was a most economical writer; every page is packed with detail and every one of the 1.8 million words seems to be in the right place.
Walter Bagehot relates in an anecdote that the playwright Richard Brinsley Sheridan, Gibbon’s fellow member of Parliament, once in a session of Parliament compared the British Empire’s deplorable treatment of the Indian subcontinent to the lupine behavior of sundry Roman emperors one might read about in “the luminous pages of Gibbon”; Gibbon, a man of many contradictions, was a staunch supporter of Indian independence, and was moved by Sheridan’s compliment, though Sheridan would later clarify that he’d misspoken, having meant to say voluminous.
Between its size and its scope, any attempt to reflect upon the luminous pages is necessarily a voluminous undertaking, and a comprehensive analysis is utterly out of the question; one might as well try to chronicle the decline and fall of the Roman empire from the age of the Antonines (absurd, I know). . . .
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HOT BABE ALERT! 💥 Just kidding, have some MOT sketches on PATREON. Including Preston's gf and concepts for the Howling Hounds girls pjs.
Will try and upload the chapter source file later. The file turned out pretty big so I couldn't directly uploed to patreon this time.
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New patreon poll this month, woooooo
I wasnt able to do much polls but i’m catching up so yeah!
You can vote here [Link]
#idk if I should tag the characters??\#they are quite a lot#lmao#patreon#patreon posts#patreon poll#dorothy arknights#cynthia pokemon#zelda#cornet rhapsody#takano miyo#lusamine#mythra#yukari yakumo
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tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"
#like im not gonna name names but i can think of at least 3 channels#where they stopped posting short form content and went#wait the patreon is paying my rent im no longer a slave to the algorithm gods#HELL YEAH TIME TO SPEND 5+ MONTHS PUTTING TOGETHER A 3+ HOUR VIDEO#and i eat that shit up every time
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some tieflings :) (second sheet is based on 2e tiefling traits sheet, some of them are my ideas, most of them arent)
#my art#dnd#dungeons and dragons#was posted behind the scenes on kofi and patreon if u wanna see this kind of thing early
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missionary where your hands are cuffed above you, and your lover is leaning over you with a possessive hand holding your jaw, their thrusts slow. every time he pulls out he watches your face curiously, and every time he pushes back in he smiles as it pulls a cry out of you. they've got a feral look in their eye as they ask you, "yeah? right there, baby? that feel good kitten?" and you just have to gasp and whimper and take it and
#anyways!#im just gonna post it why not#its like a patreon perk you get my post non-queued today#gel.⬇️#they speak#mlm nsft#nblm nsft#nblnb nsft#trans nsft#ftm sub#ftm bottom#t4t nsft#t4t bd/sm#t4t bottom#t4t sub
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One last look at what the heck I did this year, and a brief chat on the plans for next year.
As always, I wouldn't be surviving, let alone anything more, without your support, whether that's been via Patreon or otherwise. Thank you all. I'll see you next year.
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Mireyah K. Wolfe (she/they/he) is a writer and photographer living in the swamps of Central Florida. They are a pierced, tattooed, disabled queer of Irish-Boricua heritage with a deep and abiding love of pigeons, much to the dismay of her dog and two cats. She is a member of the One Big Uwunion, and no, you cannot stop him from calling it that.
I am a disabled and otherwise unemployed queer with very limited income and too many bills, so I can always use more support! If you'd like to help me support myself via my creative endeavors, the options to do so are the following:
You can find my photography prints (landscapes + wildlife) HERE and my writing exploits (urban fantasy-ish for adults) HERE.
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i have a patreon
just want to put it out there that i have a patreon you can subscribe to if you want
i post 3d prints i’ve made for download and other miscellaneous resources. this month i’m about to post the high resolution scans i’ve done of mtg retro frame cards.
i might post things in the future like print-resolution versions of my mtg proxies or other images. i’m not making big promises here
https://www.patreon.com/docvalentine
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Patreon Post: Bitching an Alpha. (Eden)
content warning. A/B/O, heat, alpha turned into omega, HEAVY scent kink, limited smut
You have been feeling weird for weeks now. Well, you hadn’t been feeling completely tickety-boo ever since you had been living with Eden. The four walls, a roof, food, clean water and keeping busy wasn’t too bad. It felt… Nice? To not worry about scraping up money to give to Bailey and try to survive another week. But you weren’t the most agreeable… “House spouse” that Eden obviously wanted you to be. You bit, you refused to cook for him, and the sessions in bed? Forget it. Some days you wondered when he was going to bury you in the back garden to fertilise the flowers, or throw you out in the middle of the night to be chased down by the wolves and various… Dexterous, overly friendly flora.
Eden didn’t have a lot of patience. It was lucky if you two managed to get through a day without some biting, fighting, or the big guy staring at you before attempting to lunge for you each time you refused him, neglecting your “chores”. Days dragged on with fights and snarky comments, none of which the Alpha appreciated, even if you did think you were being particularly witty with a few of your zingers.
It was strange. You would have left. You should have left. Eden is dangerous. But you were here, fighting with the overgrown knot head daily, but it was far better than the Town. Why was it better than the town? Not that you would ever tell him that. House spouse or not, you were an alpha, and a lippy one at that. You knew others… Liked it. But Eden didn’t. He really didn’t.
Things reached a boiling point quickly. It ended with you quietly patching up a hole in the wall as Eden watched you, staring at the bruising blossoming over your bicep. The silence was straining at the fragile peace, a particularly heavy weight weighing on a sheet of glass. The only sounds are you patching up the splintered wood and Eden’s heavy breathing.
You expected the collar to come out. The cage. Anything.
You didn’t expect a warm mug being thrust into your face as you slowly woke up. Steam curled delightfully off the top, promising something warming in your stomach for once, other than Eden’s cum, half of which you sputter out anyway. You glanced at him and Eden refused to look at you, just looking at the floor. Is this his apology?
Taking the mug, you begin to sip at it as Eden watches you, dark eyes simmering before turning away and heading back to the kitchen, where two plates sit. He doesn't try to tug you into his lap like usual, just hands off your food to you. He was giving you space… It was… Sweet?
You half expected everything to go back to usual after a bit but it didn’t. Eden gave you space, cooked for you. You still had to do the chores and… Tend to him… But not in the usual way. Just wash his back and cook for him. He seemed to be uninterested in sex…. Seemed to be. You’ve woken up to the sound of him grumbling as he jerked his cock, the head squished between your thighs. But what else could you do? Everything else was cut down, to the point that life was practically easy now.
Except… Like you mentioned, you felt weird.
Your usual knot stopped being so noticeable. The skin became softer, less ruddy in colour and it didn’t look… Deflated, like it usually did. It just seemed… Not all together there. There was also the issue of your teeth. Built to pierce and claim, yours were nothing on Eden’s thick teeth. But yours was still a thing of beauty. Thinner but sharp, ones anyone would be jealous of… To the point you’ve woken up with Kylar’s tongue desperately dragging against them, the stupid beta.
But now?
They seemed… Dull. Unable to break skin if need be.
Worst of all, Eden had started to smell… Really good to you.
Alphas had always smelt… Earthy to you. The way it worked was that your instincts sought out the ripe scent of an omega, sweet and soft, like fresh fruit. Alphas smelt less appealing. Dirt and pinecones and bark, but now? He smelled good. Not omega good… But… Better. Musky… Pungent. Normally you’d worry about being out of your fucking mind if you thought that smelt good. But it did. The more you tried to think back to the omega scents you adored, Sydney’s scent, something that reminded you of biting into a peach and chasing the juice with your tongue down your wrist. Robin, rolling a plump grape along your teeth, and with just enough pressure from your tongue, it bursts and coats your tongue in a sweet, refreshing taste.
But as you try to recall them all, something in your stomach twists, as if sickened. The fruit is overripe, squishy to the touch and there’s fruit flies scuttling all over the drooping skin. It’s disgusting now, tainted.
Not like Eden. You began to seek out his scent. Musky, sweaty. Some days you swear you could smell his cock as he came in from hunting, unwashed and filthy. You could feel drool pool on your tongue at the thought of cleaning his balls, suffocating in the scent.
Meanwhile Eden was satisfied. You were ripening into the perfect little omega he knew all along was hiding behind those disgustingly big teeth and useless piece of flabby skin you called a knot. Smooth and soft and you didn’t smell like the forest after a thunderstorm anymore. Just sweet apples, with the juices dripping over his tongue as he bites into it, licking his teeth to catch every stray droplet. All he had to do was wait. He knew he could stop cumming into your food and drinks soon, all done to suffocate your alpha hormones under his own, more powerful ones.
And he couldn’t wait to taste you properly.
#the first of my patreon posts coming on here#ehe#eden the hunter#dol#degrees of lewdity#nsft#quincewrites#patreon posts
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Hey I wrote more fiction that’s too rowdy for Tumblr and only for grown-ups because it deals with adult themes (such as taxes).
Faithful Service is a steamy and lighthearted romp through a day in the life of a married couple who happen to be the Marchioness and Marquis of Eldur. The magnificent Elaniel O’Korrigan Gislisdottir hasn’t been feeling too great about herself lately, which is a state of affairs her husband simply can’t abide. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knows just where to go for advice.
If you’ve been curious about what’s on offer but you were waiting for something a bit less wild, this is that; it’s heavy on the D but lighter on the B, S, and M, with nary a spider to be seen (except of course in the decor). It also features a thing rarely seen in these lands and rumored to be wholly fabulous--an m/f cis couple--but it’s femdom with Elaniel so it’s still God-honoring.
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🍎🍊🍐 (crops from the past 3 months of patreon exclusives)
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#some fruity little bitches#idk man#anyway if you like my work consider checking out patreon i post sketches and stuff too
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New OC art + a full real time process video~
Also available on kofi!
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