#anyway if no one's making content i'll make it myself! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

The Tumblr app for Google Glass was released on May 16, 2013.

#anyway if no one's making content i'll make it myself!

hazbinfallinginaspiral · 12 hours

Note

Anothet Retro fic would be awesome!

Sleepy (Vox x Retro!reader)

Word Count: 3303

CW! Fluff. That’s it. That’s all it is- OKAY FINE there’s some suggestive content, and making out towards the end but that’s it. It’s mostly wholesome fluff this time I swear.

"Good morning," Vox said, walking into his office. He saw me sitting in my usual chair, with my clipboard and pen, doodling absentmindedly. His grin widened as he leaned in close, his bright red eyes locking onto mine. "How's my favorite little darling doing?"

"Mmn..." | mumbled, slumping in my chair a little. My eyes were closed, and I was clearly nodding off, caught in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness.

He chuckled, clearly amused by my sleepy state. He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. "Well, well, someone's struggling to stay awake, aren't they?"

"...Vox?" I asked, squinting up at him through bleary eyes. My mind was still foggy, and I was having trouble shaking off the grogginess.

"Yes, my dear?" he said softly, his hand moving from my shoulder to gently cup my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. He chuckled again, enjoying my tired, befuddled state.

"Mmnnph," | groaned, leaning into his touch and closing my eyes again. "Mm'tired."

He couldn't help but laugh softly, finding my tired, clingy behavior utterly endearing. His thumb traced gentle circles on my cheek. "Looks like someone could use a nap, hmm?"

"Yes please," | mumbled, a small, sleepy smile forming on my lips.

His quiet laughter filled the room, his amusement evident as he continued to stroke my cheek. His other hand moved to ruffle my hair gently. "Aww, you're such a sleepy little thing, aren't you? It's adorable."

"Can I please have a nap?" | asked quietly, nuzzling my face against his hand.

"Please? I promise I won't be long..."

He chuckled at my innocent, sleepy pleading, his affection for me palpable. "Of course, sweetheart. Go ahead and take a nap. I promise I'll try not to wake you up."

"Mm... thank you," I mumbled, curling up in my chair. My eyes closed, and I began to drift off again, feeling safe and loved.

"You're welcome, my dear."

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt myself slipping into that comforting void where the world around me faded away. My body relaxed completely, slumping deeper into the chair. Every now and then, I'd shift a little, murmuring softly to myself. The words were a jumble, a mix of incoherent mumbling and surprisingly clear phrases, each one a tiny window into my dreaming mind.

Vox watched me with a soft smile, his amusement and affection evident. He couldn’t help but find me utterly adorable, all curled up and vulnerable. He leaned in closer, his bright red eyes with their slitted cyan pupils tracking every little movement I made. Every time I mumbled something, he would tilt his head slightly, listening intently, trying to catch any recognizable words.

“Vox…” I murmured softly, my lips curling into a faint smile even in sleep.

Vox’s smile widened at the sound of his name on my lips. He reached out and gently stroked my hair, his fingers brushing through the strands with tender care. The gesture was meant to comfort, to ensure I stayed in that peaceful, trusting state.

“What are you dreaming about, my love?” he whispered, knowing I couldn’t hear him but feeling the need to speak anyway.

“Mmn… Voxxy…” I mumbled again, my mind clearly still filled with thoughts of him. I shifted a little, curling up tighter in the chair, seeking warmth and comfort.

Vox chuckled quietly, finding my sleep-talking both endearing and amusing. He continued to stroke my hair, his touch gentle and soothing. He wanted to make sure I was as comfortable as possible. He adjusted the blanket draped over me, tucking it around me snugly to keep me warm.

He noticed the way my breath hitched for a moment before evening out again. My lips moved slightly, forming words that were just on the edge of coherence. “Dinner… gumbo…” I murmured, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at the mundane nature of my dream.

His hand moved to my cheek, his thumb gently tracing the curve of my face. “You really are something else, my dear,” he said softly, his voice filled with affection. He watched as I nuzzled into his touch, even in my sleep seeking the comfort of his presence.

I mumbled something else, too soft for him to catch. Vox leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. He loved these little moments, the snippets of my dream world that I shared unknowingly.

“Vox…” I whispered again, my voice filled with such trust and love that it made his heart swell.

He couldn’t resist. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’m here, darling,” he whispered. “I’m always here.”

I smiled softly in my sleep, as if his words had reached me even in my dreaming state. My fingers twitched slightly, as though seeking out his hand. Vox noticed and gently took my hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“You’re so precious,” he murmured, his eyes soft with adoration. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, finding each little movement, each murmur, absolutely captivating. He adjusted the chair slightly, making sure I was as comfortable as possible. The way I trusted him so completely, how I felt safe enough to fall asleep in his presence, filled him with a deep sense of love and responsibility.

“You really have no idea how much you mean to me,” he whispered, even though he knew I couldn’t hear him.

As I continued to sleep, I mumbled his name once more, a contented smile playing on my lips. Vox’s heart melted at the sound, and he leaned in to kiss my forehead again, his touch feather-light so as not to wake me.

“Sleep well, my dear,” he said softly, watching over me with unwavering attention. He returned to his desk, but his focus kept drifting back to me, lying there so peacefully. He knew it would be a long afternoon, but he didn’t mind. Watching me sleep, knowing I felt safe and loved, made it all worthwhile.

Every now and then, he’d look up from his work, stealing glances at me. Each time, his heart filled with warmth. He listened for my soft murmurs, cherishing every moment. Even in my sleep, I had a way of capturing his heart completely.

My brow furrowed for a moment, and I gripped the blanket around me tighter. A soft whine escaped my mouth and I sighed. “Vox…” I mumbled, my voice a small whimper.

Vox paused in his work, his attention drawn back to me when he heard me murmur his name this time. I’d been saying his name every now and again while napping, but this time was different. He smiled softly, feeling a surge of affection. He stood up quietly and walked over to my chair, crouching down beside me.

Vox watched the clock, realizing it was time to gently wake me up. He walked over, his footsteps quiet on the floor, not wanting to startle me. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "Sweetheart, it's time to wake up," he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

I stirred slightly, a faint groan escaping my lips. My eyelids fluttered, but I didn’t quite wake up. Vox chuckled softly, finding my groggy state endearing. He gently shook my shoulder, his touch light and careful. "Come on, my love. Time to wake up."

“Mmmph…” I mumbled, squinting up at him through half-lidded eyes. My mind was still foggy, struggling to process the world around me. I blinked a few times, trying to focus on his face, but everything felt distant and dreamlike.

Vox smiled warmly, his red eyes glowing with affection. "There you are, darling. Welcome back."

I yawned and stretched, my movements slow and languid. "Mmm… what time is it?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep.

"Just past four," Vox replied, still caressing my shoulder. "You had a good nap, I hope?"

“Mm-hmm…” I nodded, my eyes closing again as I leaned into his touch. I reached out blindly, my hand finding his and gripping it tightly. "Five more minutes?" I asked, my voice small and drowsy.

Vox laughed quietly, unable to resist my sleepy clinginess. "You’re so adorable when you’re groggy, you know that?"

I mumbled something incoherent, still not fully awake. My hand clung to his as if he were my lifeline, and I tried to pull him closer. "Stay…" I whispered, my voice trailing off.

"I'm not going anywhere, my dear," he assured me, sitting down beside me. He lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles. "But you do need to wake up. We’ve got dinner to prepare."

I groaned softly, my head leaning against his arm. "Mmm… can’t I just stay here?"

Vox chuckled again, his amusement evident. "If you stay here, you’ll miss out on that delicious gumbo you were dreaming about. Remember?"

“Gumbo…” I murmured, the word sparking a faint smile on my lips. “Okay… I’m up…” I said, though I made no effort to move.

Vox smirked, finding my reluctance utterly charming. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "If you don’t get up, I might have to tickle you awake," he teased, his voice playful.

My eyes shot open, a look of mock horror crossing my face. "You wouldn’t dare," I challenged, though my voice was still groggy.

"Try me," Vox said with a mischievous grin, his fingers already inching toward my sides.

I squirmed slightly, my body waking up more fully in response to his playful threat. "Okay, okay, I’m getting up," I said, sitting up slowly and rubbing my eyes. My movements were still sluggish, and I leaned heavily against him for support.

"There we go," Vox said, his tone gentle and encouraging. He helped me to my feet, steadying me as I swayed slightly. "You’ve got this, my love."

“Hm?” I asked, looking up at him. I hadn’t quite heard what he’d said.

Vox chuckled quietly, not bothering to repeat himself. He reached out and gently stroked my hair, his touch tender. "What else were you dreaming about, my love?"

"What?" | asked, confused. I tried to process the words, but my brain wasn’t quite working yet. I sighed and gave up. "Kisses," I mumbled, reaching out my hands towards him, wanting his love and attention.

Vox chuckled again, amused by my sleepy, clingy demand for affection. He gently took my hands in his and kissed the tops of them. "Oh? Just kisses, hmm? Not dinner?"

"Dinner... s'gonna be gumbo," I said, rubbing my eye sleepily. "We already established that. I want real kisses now," I mumbled, leaning my head against his chest.

Vox wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. He couldn't resist my sleepy clinginess. "Real kisses, hmm? Well, then I suppose I'll have to give you what you want."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, then my nose, before finally kissing me softly on the lips.

I smiled and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers running along the ports on the back of his head, teasing them.

Vox deepened the kiss, his hands moving to hold me closer, pressing me against his body. He let out a soft breath, enjoying the sensation of my fingers teasing his ports. He chuckled softly, finding it both amusing and stimulating.

"Careful, sweetheart. You know those can be quite sensitive,"

"I know," | replied with a mischievous grin. I pulled him back in for another kiss before he could respond, my fingers dancing along the edges of the ports, dipping just inside, earning me a small, playful electric shock. I smiled and continued.

Vox groaned against my mouth as I teased his ports, shivers running up and down his spine. He tried to maintain control, but the sensitivity and my persistence were driving him wild. He nipped my bottom lip gently, pulling back just enough to speak.

"You're playing a dangerous game, my dear,"

"Am I winning?" | asked playfully, raising an eyebrow. I rocked my hips gently against his, teasing. I dipped a finger into another port.

Vox groaned again, his hands gripping my hips as I rocked against him. The sensation of my body against his and the teasing of his ports was too much.

He let out a shaky breath, looking down at me with a mix of frustration and desire. "You're playing dirty, sweetheart. You’re playing with me- teasing! You’re teasing me.”

"Mhm... why don't you tease me back, hmm?" | kissed his lips, then trailed kisses along his cheek, jawline, and neck. I pressed down on a port that triggered automatic pleasure and continued grinding my hips against his.

Vox couldn't help but moan softly as I kissed his neck and pressed the sensitive port. The pleasure washed over him, making his grip tighten. "That's... not... playing fair..."

His attempt to sound firm was undercut by the desperation in his voice. He moved his hands to my hips, pulling me closer and grinding against me in return.

"There we go..." I murmured against his neck, my breath hot on his skin. "C'mon now, just play along... give in..." I unbuttoned his collar and loosened his bow tie, exposing his neck. I smiled and bit down gently.

Vox let out a strangled gasp, his head rolling back. The combination of my teeth on his skin and the grinding was overwhelming. He pulled me closer, moaning softly. "Darling, please…" he mumbled helplessly. “I didn’t do anything to deserve this!”

"Yeah?" | asked, sucking gently on the bite mark. I kissed the wound, then planted more kisses along his neck, up to his jawline, and finally his mouth. I redid his buttons and adjusted his tie, pulling him in for another kiss. “You teased me in my dreams and threatened me with tickles when I woke up. This is what you get.”

Vox was practically melting in my arms as I continued to kiss and nibble his neck.

He struggled to keep his composure, his breath ragged. When I pulled him in for another kiss, he groaned, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

"Damn it, sweetheart... You're going to drive me insane,"

My lips found his in a tender kiss, soft and warm. His response was immediate, kissing me back with equal affection. I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding up to his neck, fingers gently brushing against the ports on the back of his head.

Vox shivered at the contact, a low, appreciative hum escaping him. "Retro..." he murmured against my lips, his voice tinged with both pleasure and longing.

I smiled mischievously, breaking the kiss just long enough to look into his eyes.

"You know I can't resist teasing you," | whispered, my fingers dancing lightly over the sensitive ports. His reaction was exactly what I hoped for-his breath hitched, and he leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"You're playing with fire, my love," he warned, though the words lacked any real conviction. His hands moved to my hips, holding me firmly but gently, as if he were afraid I might slip away.

"Am I?" | asked playfully, raising an eyebrow. I rocked my hips against his, a slow, deliberate motion that made him gasp. "Tell me to stop, and I will."

Vox's grip tightened slightly, his eyes darkening with desire. "You know I won't," he replied, his voice strained. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

I leaned in, pressing a series of kisses along his jawline, making my way to his neck. "That's the idea," | whispered against his skin, feeling the heat radiating from him. I nipped gently at his neck, earning a soft whine from him.

"Darling..." he groaned, his body responding to every touch. I could feel the tension building in him, the way his muscles tightened under my hands. His need was palpable, and it sent a thrill through me.

I smiled against his neck, my fingers continuing their gentle exploration of his ports. Each touch elicited a shiver, a gasp, or a moan from him, and I reveled in the power I had over him in these moments. "I love seeing you like this," I murmured, my voice low and intimate. "So vulnerable, so desperate, so cute..."

"You're going to be the death of me," he said, though there was a note of laughter in his voice. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me even closer.

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, my fingers never ceasing their teasing. "You love it," I teased, my lips brushing against his in a feather-light kiss.

"Admit it."

Vox's eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of frustration and adoration. "I do," he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I love every second of it."

I kissed him deeply, my hands sliding down to rest on his chest. His response was immediate and intense, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. I could feel his heartbeat, rapid and strong, beneath my hand.

I rocked my hips against his again, the motion slow and deliberate. "You make the cutest sounds when you're like this," I whispered against his lips. "So pretty..."

He let out a low, needy whine, his hands moving to my hips to guide my movements. "Sweetheart.. please..." he pleaded, his voice trembling with desire.

I smiled, giving him another gentle kiss. "What do you want, Vox?" | asked, my fingers tracing the edges of his ports once more. "Tell me."

His breath came in ragged gasps, his control slipping away. "I want you," he said, his voice rough with need. "I want you so much..."

I kissed him again, long and deep, pouring all my love and desire into the kiss. I laughed softly as I broke away. “You already have me, darling.”

Vox responded with a fervor that took my breath away, his hands moving over my body with a desperation that matched my own. He kissed me deeply, passionately, his need for me evident in every touch, every sound he made.

I reveled in his reaction, in the way he melted in my arms, completely undone by my touch. It was intoxicating, knowing I had this effect on him, that I could reduce him to this state of pure, unadulterated desire.

As our kiss deepened, I continued to rock my hips against his, the friction sending shivers of pleasure through both of us. Vox's hands gripped my hips tightly, his breath hot and heavy against my lips.

“Fuck, you’re gonna- I’m- you’re so hot,” he whispered, struggling for words. “I’d come undone beneath you in an instant…”

"Good thing I'm done," | murmured, finally pulling away for good. I smiled at him, patted his chest with a laugh, and got off his lap. I stood up as if nothing had happened.

"I've gotta prepare for dinner... and you should probably get back to work, yeah?"

Vox sat there, stunned and breathless from my sudden shift. He tried to collect himself, running a hand through his hair and chuckling softly. “Yeah, yeah. I should get back to it… but don’t think you’re safe! I’ll get you back for this later.”

"Mm, I'm looking forward to it," I said with a smile. With that, I left the room to prepare dinner, leaving him to his work.

Vox watched me leave, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. He felt both amused and frustrated by my sudden departure. I had effectively ruined his concentration and left him wanting more, but he also knew he had something to look forward to later.

He sighed and returned to his desk, trying to focus on his work despite the lingering effects of my teasing. He knew it would be a long afternoon.

31 notes · View notes

queenmarytudor · 10 months

Photo

“These now serve one noble Queen,

But if power were in me,

For beauty, praise and virtues sake,

Each one a Queen should be.”

- The Praise of Eight Ladies of Queen Mary’s* court, by Richard Edwards

YOUNG LADIES OF MARY I’S COURT

JANE DORMER - Born in 1537, Jane Dormer was childhood playmates with King Edward VI. Jane joined Mary’s service prior to her accession, and upon becoming queen in 1553 became her closest maid, sleeping in her bedchamber with her, carving the queen’s meat and looking after the crown jewels. Mary was reluctant to let her marry, claiming there was no one worthy enough for her.

Jane was described in a poem by courtier playwright Richard Edwards as “a darling, and of such lively hue, that who so feeds his eyes on her, may soon her beauty rue.”

She eventually married Gomez Suarez, Duke of Feria, a close friend of Philip II of Spain in 1559, and moved to Spain later that year while pregnant with their first child. In Spain, Jane would maintain contact with Roman Catholics in England, and was seen as a champion of exiled English in Elizabeth’s reign; she also corresponded with four different Popes. After her husband’s death she took control of his estates, and was a candidate to take up the governorship of Flanders in the 1590′s.

MABEL BROWNE - Born in 1538, Mabel joined Mary’s household sometime prior to 1552. Due to her long standing service, Queen Mary attended Mabel’s wedding hosted in the Chapel Royal on 28th May 1554; according to historian Mary Everett Green, Mabel first met her husband Gerald Fitzgerald, 11th Earl of Kildare, at a masked ball. Shortly after the pair left for Ireland, where Mabel kept several priests in her household including a private chaplain named Nicholas Eustace. Nicholas was a relation of the Elizabethan rebel James Eustace, who mustered an Irish army with the help of Spanish troops to depose Queen Elizabeth; when this failed he fled to Spain. Mabel’s husband would be arrested in the Tower of London for years under suspicion of treason, which Mabel avoided despite keeping in touch with Jane Dormer.

MAGDALEN DACRE - Born in 1538, Magdalen Dacre was described by historian Sharon Turner as having been blonde, pretty and very tall; she allegedly stood a head above the other maids at court. According to contemporary biographer Richard Smith, one day Magdalen was washing her face when Queen Mary’s husband Philip II of Spain “playfully reached in”. She then picked up a staff and “strongly stroke the King on the arm”.

Like Jane Dormer, she was one of the maids mentioned in Richard Edward’s poem, where she was described as “not dangerous, her talk is nothing coy, her noble stature may compare to Helen of Troy.”

On 15th July 1558, Magdalen married Anthony Browne, close friend of Queen Mary and former Master of the Horse to Philip. The ceremony took place at Saint James’s Palace and the queen was in attendance. During Elizabeth’s reign Magdalen kept an illegal chapel for 120 worshippers, and her home became locally known as “Little Rome”. She supposedly wore a coarse linen smock beneath her court dresses, and was once accused of recusancy. Despite this, Queen Elizabeth visited her and her husband at Cowdray Castle in 1591, where the priests were kept well hidden.

*the poem is titled Queen Elizabeth’s ladies, but all the women mentioned served Mary and not her sister

#i've had this in my drafts for years lol #anyway if no one's making content i'll make it myself!#mary tudor #mary i #tudor #history

49 notes · View notes

that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

Text

semi-important!!

hello my mothlings!! just popping in to request for you all not send me asks of shipping content for canon Genshin characters! this is a Foul Legacy x Reader blog, plus everyone has different opinions on ships so i'd really like to not accidentally start any potential conflicts!! i'll be updating my rules list shortly

you are more than free to DM me your ship thoughts, though! i'm always available to talk :D

and no this is not directed at anyone specific, i just realized it a few days ago /gen

#important #housekeeping #wifi speaks #dangit i KNEW i forgot something in my rules #but hey it's just a few things!! still pretty good in my books #i'll be honest i've never been an avid shipper #a lot of ships i can see the appeal but it's just not my thing!#i'm too busy loving the characters myself to make them love each other!!!! /lh #i'm completely fine with being sent ship content through DMs but it's weird to post on my Foul Legacy blog #at least that's what i think!!! it makes me feel a bit uncomfortable #plus for the characters i like it's like nooo :( i like themmmm :(#so if you want to chat about shipping my DMs are open but please keep it to a minimum on the blog proper!!!#also fingers crossed that no one dislikes me after this aaaaaaaa #good evening :)#anyways hello hi my neck still hurts

20 notes · View notes

kakusu-shipping · 1 month

Note

1, 6, 7 for K? 😊

Oh these are haaard in this context ksjkdf But I LOVE K SO MUCH THANKYOU!!!!!

1. How big is the age gap between you and K?

Oooh, hm... Well I don't exactly have a human age, though I suppose the body I am inhabiting does... let's see...

This human was born 52 years before Kyle, and died at the age of 29. I took over the body very soon after it's death.

You may take that as you will.

6. How would your relationship change if you switched ages?

I suppose for that to work we would have to switch roles entirely. I do wonder if Kyle would be as desperate to reach to me as I was to him... Would he tear the fabric of reality for me, as I did him?

He's much more kind hearted than I am, so I'm sure he would have led both Junpei and Sigma to better ends much fast than I did. Perhaps he'd even get along with Sigma in the before-after times.

How our relationship would change then would rely entirely on Kyle, as he'd have all the power to make it so or not.

7. Do you notice any big generational differences between you?

I did when he was a child, when our gap was largest, but other than that, no. I keep up well enough with this future Sigma has created.

Perhaps if Kyle had the chance to be around those his own age the generational gap would have been more noticeable...

#Thankyou for asking #K #BLESSED WITH K ASKS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #Kyle Klim the loneliest man in the world who will never get his happiest ending <3 #I'll make him one myself if I must #This S/I is hard to answer these asks for sense he's... basically a god fkdjgkdjfg #Immortal otherworldly being type S/I #For funsies <3 #I love love LOVE talking about Kyle he's my guy ever if only I could DRAW HIM #He's from such a little fandom so there's so little content for him....#And I cannot... make the content I want to see in the world....... because he hard to draw......#Anyway!!!!! Thanks again for asking!!!!!!!#I will take every change to scream about Kyle Klim my lonely boyfrank!!!!!!!#HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER!!!!!!

2 notes · View notes

zukkaoru · 1 year

Note

twenty-three + [platonic] nanami & megumi or [platonic] maki & toge <333

also. hi <3

hi beloved🥰 you already know what's coming <3

23. die first - nessa barrett + [platonic] nanami & megumi

can’t escape it, that’s how it works someone dies or someone gets hurt

word count: 11,760 trigger warnings: character death (canonical + a very minor oc), suicidal thoughts, romanticizing/idealizing death, self harmful thoughts and behaviors, survivor's guilt

🌟 if one of us dies 🌟

“You are a child,” Nanami says firmly. He rolls his shoulder. “No child should die, regardless of any outstanding circumstances.”

It’s a nice sentiment - really, it is.

But Megumi’s circumstances are different. He’s only fourteen, but he isn’t a child. There is a difference between childhood and Megumi’s younger years.

Tsumiki had a childhood.

Megumi…

Megumi has lived always knowing it can only end one way, and that end will likely come sooner rather than later. Megumi has had to compress an entire life into the handful of years he’s been gifted so when death grabs him by the throat before he turns twenty, he won’t die with regrets.

🥀 read on ao3 🥀

#i'll schedule / make an actual post for this tomorrow but have a fic bc i promised myself i would post it before winter break ended!!#megumi fushiguro #nanami kento #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #tsumiki fushiguro #itafushi #fanfic #corey tag #ask game #grace's writing tag #uhhh idk what else to say. please mind the content warnings if that sort of thing is triggering to you #ace megumi rights #also aro nanami rights #someone give megumi a hug please. well actually he does get one at the end but it's a pyrrhic victory :/#also i love that this is the second nanami & one of the first years fic i've written for corey that ended up being 11k words #maybe i should write a nanami & y.uuji fic to complete the trifecta 🤔#anyway i'm just rambling bc i'm tired but i can't go to sleep yet bc my upstairs neighbors feel the need to play music loud enough #that i can't :) fall :) asleep :)#i have work at 6am :)))))))

24 notes · View notes

threadsun · 1 year

Text

Real quick, not because it's come up or anything, I just want to be pre-emptive about it:

Remember that I'm not the world's leading expert in anything, including kink. Remember to take things I say with a grain of salt and do your own research. I never want to be one of those people who styles themself as an expert and is treated as some sort of guide/leader. For one thing, that's not a power dynamic I'm comfortable with. I'm here to make friends and have fun and spread my love of RACK, not be in charge of anyone (save for moderating the discord).

I happen to know more about queer identities, disability, and kink/bdsm/safe sex than the average person just because they're the three areas I've studied a lot and that most affect my personal life in various ways. But that doesn't mean I'll always be right about everything, or that I'll get across my knowledge well, or that you should just listen to everything I say and take it as fact.

Especially when it comes to kink and bdsm, you should never be teaching others about it just from what you've learned from me, nor should you be practicing it if I'm the only source you've gotten your information from. As a general rule of thumb, never get all your information from one source or believe people just because they usually know what they're talking about. Look for multiple sources, do your own research, remember that there's always going to be different perspectives and everyone has blindspots they don't know about.

So yeah, idk. I just don't wanna be creating weird power dynamics just because I happen to know a lot about kink and like to share my knowledge. And I definitely don't want people engaging in irl kinks based only on what they learn from me, because I've barely brushed the surface of what you need to know before you can safely engage in kink.

Also just because I tease and flirt does not make me anyone's dom. I don't engage in play without negotiation and trust (and friendship or money). If I'm flirting with someone, it's because they've consented to it and they can revoke that consent at any time. But I will never try to engage in actual power exchange here, that would be irresponsible and once again create a power dynamic I'm not comfortable with. I have my limits, and I'll make them clear, so never worry you've accidentally broken them without knowing. And don't worry about trying to defend me, I can defend myself.

#sunshine #idk maybe this doesn't need saying but I want to say it anyway #especially the power dynamic thing #I get uncomfortable when people try to make themselves like... 'leaders' or whatever of fandoms or online spaces #turns real weird and culty real quick and makes it easy for people to be taken advantage of #so I don't wanna be one of those people or encourage people to treat Anyone like that #don't put people on pedestals or make them your leader especially not internet strangers #I'm happy to be a fun silly blog y'all go to and I'm happy to be peoples' favourite writer/blog/whatever #I'm happy for people to enjoy my content and chat with me and ask me questions about kink #I'm happy to educate as best as I can #I'm NOT happy to be taken as a supreme authority on anything tho #I'm just some dumbass I do not deserve that power #also I'm very good at sticking to my boundaries/limits so if I ever respond to something then it means I'm comfortable with it #so like I won't let flirting go any further than I'm comfortable with #which means I don't need people coming into my inbox trying to defend me because they think someone went too far #if they did then I'll let them know myself otherwise it's all good no one needs to worry about it

12 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

funwiscocouple

Untitled

destalva25

Destalva

girlwithouthopness-blog

Such a woman

masteringmindeducation

Untitled

magic-restore

Magic-Restore