A 20-something year old writer and creator. An intermittent creator, mostly fiber arts and writing or meta. Current hyperfixating on Critical Role, but expect plenty of birds and other assorted delights
Bisexual, polyam, queer, trans.
He/They. You can call me fluff, or Charly. on twitter @bardicpigeon
When someone is being submissive? Giving up some control? You respect that. They are trusting you, relying on you. Don’t fucking betray that trust. Educate yourself, be respectful and keep them safe.
When someone is dominating you, remember! Their comfort level is just as important as yours. They are relying on you to communicate your needs and problems. Don’t suffer something in silence because you want to make things easy or better.
PEOPLE ARE NOT KINK DISPENSERS. People are. People. With lives and feelings and emotions. Give your partners respect, because they are giving themselves to you.
So Fox News ran a story about how they think libraries are turning into drug-infested sex dens and I am shocked, shocked that I was never offered any drugs during my 15+ years working in libraries.
realized i almost never draw caleb without his signature scruff, decided to quickly remedy that just for variety's sake
+ not very serious bonus essek 'i haven't trusted anyone ever' thelyss looking at that irresistible face (after a persuasion roll so middling and sad it made everyone in exandria cringe) and deciding to reveal his super duper secret magics to a person he's just met
When my nephew was four, a friend of the family passed away. The man was in his 90s and died of natural causes, and we were going to the funeral. We sat my nephew down and explained who this was, and that he had passed away, and now we were going to a sort of quiet party to celebrate him, and that there he might see the gentleman in the casket, and he might be very still, because he had died, but that everything was alright.
My nephew contemplated this calmly for a few minutes, and then said, "I think he will be very flat."
What.
It turns out that at age four, my nephew's only real context for death was roadkill, which he frequently pointed out while we were driving. He therefore believed that the only way anyone died was getting run over by a car.