Welcome to the Black Rose Voidspace. A place of chaos, magick, wonder, spooky things, cats, tea and whatever else strikes my fancy. Perceive if you dare. . .
like you can always tell they're characters written by men when suddenly this carefree independent career woman suddenly starts talking about how wonderful it'd be to have a child & settle down booooo tomato tomato
On the (online) ace & aspec communityâs antiblackness, once and for all.
'Using this age old script of whiteness, ace and overall aspec communities weaponise the Mammy and the Jezebel against Black aces and aros, assuming and projecting sexuality onto us that we do not want, whilst also demonising the parts of sexuality we do want to take part in, directly or indirectly, alongside our romantic attractions, sensualities, QPRs and friendships. In online ace and aspec spaces, the white fear of Black sexuality is reborn with queer terminology in its right hand and a tumblr login on its left. Echoing James Baldwinâs words, the queer world still isnât prepared to accept Black people yet and neither are the asexual or aromantic worlds either.'
'Eeriely, I now follow the very same path as Yasmin Benoit. An Asexual Jezebel, a somehow sexless sexual predator, who enforces Black sexual deviancy, the great harasser of innocent white children and the white sex repulsed, but also an Asexual Mammy, expected to serve her white counterparts endlessly, on demand, with no reward and no rest and a threat to white sexual normalcy and its sexual reproduction.'
'How many more? How many more Black people will be driven away because of this communityâs antiblackness? How many more Black aspecs will we lose access to because they canât safely be in community with other aces and aros anymore? Black asexuals and Black aromantics continue to be the bedrock of aspec activism, contacting MPs to include asexuality in their LGBT policies and pushing for legal recognition of asexuality and aromanticism, publishing reports on the anti-asexual medical stigma, raising awareness of asexual conversion therapy, pushing back on the capitalist and conservative control of romance, building coalitions with lesbian, gay, bisexual and trans orgs, creating artworks of asexual and aromantic representation and commentary and writing works on asexuality and aromanticism as social-political frameworks, to educate others and create an archive of our works for future aspec generations, like this very essay you are reading right now. And yet we are the most insulted, most hated and most neglected people of this entire online aspec space.'
I think this is like the most effort I ever put into something that was supposed to be a funny goofy but then turned into me giggling and kicking my feet. I'm in need for soft Moon cuddles, with all his gremlin energy still present...
Close ups, mostly Moon's limbs because I like how they're gripping the net fkdkkd
And finally the "reference" that started it all lmaođ
I think this is like the most effort I ever put into something that was supposed to be a funny goofy but then turned into me giggling and kicking my feet. I'm in need for soft Moon cuddles, with all his gremlin energy still present...
Close ups, mostly Moon's limbs because I like how they're gripping the net fkdkkd
And finally the "reference" that started it all lmaođ
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR
Sun/Moon x Reader (Strictly SFW!)
Chapter 1; I heard you on the wireless (Back in Fifty Two)
"Must be quite the fantabulous climber, those trees are no easy feat! I would know, I tried myself! Real doozy of a day-"
The morning hosts voice was magnetizing.
Its pull was intense, drawing you in to the waves of his enthusiasm and the mystery of his silence, his identity and presence.
His rambling, his humor, his cadence, the gentle tapping against their desk, their phone- all of it intrigued you, lit a spark in your chest that traveled to the front of your mind.
It left you longing for more.
Anything at all, anything that wasn't the elusive persona of a radio star.
"And as always, we hope you have a radiant day! Take care, superstar! Until next sunrise!"
Who are you?
AKA; as promised, the one where the DCA's are 80s radio hosts with a twist; no one knows who they are.
After 4 months straight of work, it's HERE! The fic itself!
Thank you all so much for your patience! This has been a long time in the works, i've put so much into perfecting the story and getting everything done and flowing and i'm SO glad to finally be releasing it!
Thank you so much for the support and love! A massive thank you to the DCA Palooza as well for the awesome people there and giving me an environment to flourish and create the fics i've only ever dreamed of making! It means the world to me and I certainly wouldn't be publishing this without the Palooza's help!
A big thank you to Cider, Mouse, Sleepy, Comet, Alf, Sooty, Maven, Kaden and Lake as well! You guys are awesome, as is everyone else in the Palooza! <3
Thank you for reading, and we hope you enjoy chapter one!
Chapter 2 will be out soon, with more of Sun and Moon this time!
Got Little Nightmares brainrot the other day and this idea was born...
Edit I forgot to include: little info on Moon if he was a LN monster hehe. The stars on his pants and hat camouflage him pretty well in the fog full of levitating fake stars; thin and lanky body is hard to see. The endless limbs help him climb and jump from bed to bed, find awake children and punish them. The star on the tip of his hat is meant to be a reference to anglerfish - you don't see him until it's too late :)
not my usual posts, we will go back to the silliest after this but!! I'd really appreciate it if people could check out my music on YouTube and interact with it as I've already got one gig but I'm looking to book for more and it would really help!