art blog/dump

Every VValko VVednesday, skip the log-in to show Infold that we want our wolf back. 🐺💚

Additional blackout dates will be communicated on the server but we will also share them on different platforms 🫰🏻

And again you're not weak for struggling, you're not wrong for wanting resources or enjoying the game, keep doing what you can!

Hey, we're completely broke after spending most of our income on utility bills and rent at the start of this month, and have been struggling to make ends meet since. We're almost out of food and can't afford groceries, meds or other necessities.

We're both having a really hard time right now. We both have almost daily meetings and appointments, and it's getting increasingly harder to stay focused when we're both constantly feeling fatigued and lethargic.

We would be so thankful for any help to make it through the next few weeks. Everything goes a long way.

my payp*l

Tonight it began with you on top, straddling Valko’s lap, hands braced on his broad chest as you rode him with vigour, savoring the way his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched every time you rolled your hips just right.

“Fuck, doll… you look so good like this,” he groaned, hands gripping your thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin there. His tail thumped lazily against the bed, ears twitching with pleasure.

You leaned down to kiss him, smiling against his lips.

He hummed, clearly enjoying the view. For about five minutes.

Then his hands tightened on your hips. That familiar hungry glint appeared in his golden eyes. In one smooth, powerful motion he flipped you both, putting you on your hands and knees before you could even protest.

“Valko-!”

“Shh,” he murmured, voice already rough as he pressed against your back, lips brushing your ear. “Just feels good like this. Can’t help it.”

You tried to tease him even as he pushed back inside you with one smooth thrust. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” he groaned, hips snapping forward in that perfect, mind melting rhythm. One big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest down while your ass stayed up exactly how he liked it. “You look so fucking pretty arched like this. All mine.”

His other hand grabbed your thigh, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, deeper, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. No matter if you started riding him, in missionary, or even spooning, somehow, some way, you always ended up right here.

Face down, ass up, with your boyfriend pounding into you like he was made for it.

You moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Admit it… you’re just a dog at heart.”

Puberty

I was instantly inspired to make this after listening to "Body horror" by DeathbyRomy

Last time I checked gingers weren’t enslaved and harvested for their body parts. Gingers aren’t automatically assumed to be beastly or less than human. Gingers aren’t shot by cops for wearing their hood up while walking. Ginger kids don’t go missing when they go on trips with their friends. Gingers aren’t met with suspicion and derision for having nice things. Gingers aren’t followed out of grocery stores assumed to have stolen something merely for being ginger.