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Turtle anon requested "Can I have cute Post-War CaitVi please 🥺"
I've drawn them drinking tea already so here's them snuggling post-war ❤️
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Turtle anon requested "Can I have cute Post-War CaitVi please 🥺"
I've drawn them drinking tea already so here's them snuggling post-war ❤️
ALL MY ART STYLES COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!
Hello my beautiful people! I'm so happy to announce that I've finally reopened commissions with all my styles, although for now there are only 6 slots available (payments only via PayPal, and Ko-fi).
Here's my Google forms for commission requests, but you can also contact me here or through any of my other accounts listed on my Linktree.
I would be so grateful if you could help me out by purchasing a commission, as I need to contribute to my household expenses ‘:3
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Nobleman Minotaur: Part Eleven
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It took a few weeks for Asterion to heal properly. During that time, you visited him nearly every day, telling him how happy you were that he was doing better. That you loved getting to see him, getting to spend time with him. He was going crazy having you so close all the time but not yet being able to touch you- especially when you would bend over to pat a wet rag on his forehead, and your breasts were only inches from his face.
A low groan escaped his lips as you dabbed water at his furry forehead, using your other hand to smooth down his ears. "Am I hurting you?" you asked softly, your touch turning impossibly more gentle.
"N-no, Princess," he stammered, his cock literally aching from how close you were. How good you spelled. Gods, this damn wedding couldn't come soon enough. He needed to bury himself to the hilt in your fat cunt and he needed to do it now. "Feels nice. Thank you."
"You're welcome," you smiled brightly as you pulled away, stroking his furry cheek. "I can't wait, Asterion... Only a few more months and we'll be wed."
"I still can't believe you chose me. Chose a beast," he chuckled, a smile pulling at his lips as much as it could.
Your face scrunched up, hating when he called himself that. "I will not have anyone calling my fiance a beast, even you."
A low, rumbling laugh rolled up from his chest as his eyes squeezed shut. "Gods, you really mean that too, don't you?"
"Of course! You're... you're everything I've ever wanted." you said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed as you intertwined your fingers. "I have such strong feelings for you, Asterion, and every day it grows more."
"You are too sweet for me, Princess. Only the Gods know what I did to deserve you," he said softly, squeezing your hand back. He swallowed the emotion in his throat. "I love you, Y/N. I want to marry you. I want to stand by your side for the rest of my life, but I want you to promise me that you want this. That you just didn't pick me because I got hurt."
"I swear. I didn't pick you because you got hurt. I asked you to participate, didn't I?" you said as you stroked his furry cheek. "I am crazy about you, Asterion. There isn't another man in the world I would pick. There is no one else that holds a candle to you."
Your words filled his heart with weight and tenderness. He had to swallow another lump of emotion in his throat. "Princess, you are too kind," he whispered, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you down so you're settled on his chest and stomach.
"Asterion, your wound," you said worriedly, pulling your leg higher so it's not resting on his side.
"Just lay like this for a moment," he asked gently, burying his face in your neck, breathing in your scent as your hair covered his face.
A small smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you nuzzled his chest, breathing in his warmth. Feeling safe, and loved.
OPENING EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS
So, due to things that are most likely my fault, my PC is struggling to accept my tablet nowadays.
And so, I am raising my commission prices to help me reach my goal of buying a replacement tablet. "Why not just get it repaired, Spirit?" I think this current tablet has lived its long life enough to retire. (4 years? I think?) So, I'm opting for replacement.
If anyone was curious, aside from commissions, I also set up a Ko-Fi goal. ANYWAYS, yap over. Here's the link:
Commissions Open! Click to see SpiritOfBoredom's commission menu.
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hiii im lessa!!! i need grocery mony kind of asap haha
i do commissions (see: the art) but i also do accept donations <3 help
i graduate from my IT program in 2 weeks and i just need to like. live until then and until i get a job after that
if you like my spiderthing swag please pass the detritus (american dollars) and make my life better so i can keep surviving despite being chronically ill and every kind of queer
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For every $5 donation, I will write 500 words of your choosing! This is stackable if you'd like a longer piece.
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As far as finances go, my partner recently lost his job of six years for being "too sick", despite taking protected leave (short-term disability in Ontario), having thorough documentation about his diagnosis process, and being completely transparent about it with management.
I also work for the same employer and have been threatened with a "review" of my sick days (30 over the span of 3 years. I have also been transparent with them about my medical situation).
In their words, they "need someone who's going to be here."
Off the record, we both know it has nothing to do with illness and everything to do with salary. Oh, and it’s super illegal.
So! For as long as we can, we are living solely on my income, which is barely enough to cover our $2500 rent, never mind food, bills, and expenses. He has a teaching gig lined up, but he won't get any income from that until September.
TL;DR fic requests and writing commissions are open again, and any ko-fi donations would be life changing right now!
thanks all 💗 also accepting recommendations on getting the heck out of Southwestern Ontario LOL
portfolio link:
https://www.thelizhanley.carrd.co
Oh, and Luke is a professional musician. If anyone wants to check out his stuff, his website is:
https://www.lucaslilley.com
Going to make a poster for all the campaigns! It's going rather slowly tho...
Print here! Making of here!