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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single bottom in possession of a good ass, must be in want of a top.
Hello gentlefolk, and welcome to the intro post for Regency Femdom Week 2020, an anything-goes creator’s week for folks who love starched collars and smut. Read on to find out how to take part!
The week is scheduled to run from October 19th to 23rd. Up until then, we’ll be posting inspiration and answering any questions that come up; the week itself will be for showcasing everyone’s incredible work!
Any piece of creative media is extremely welcome: prose, poetry, art, cosplay, craft, original works, fanworks, you name it. The only requirements are that you take inspiration from the English Regency era, and that you depict relationships or scenarios that fall under the label Femdom.
Regency era? The early 1800s in England; think Pride and Prejudice. Note that your work does NOT have to be strictly historical or realistic! We believe that fun things like dragons and a lack of racism make art significantly better.
Femdom? We’re interested in seeing work that places women in control. This can be non-sexual or sexual, ‘soft’ or 'hard’ kink, dark and intense or wholesome and sweet. Submissive partners can be any gender. 'Femdom’ includes trans women, because trans women are women! And we might joke about “pride, prejudice, and pegging” but there’s no requirement to depict a particular act or type of relationship.
Because of the theme, this will be an 18+ only event. Minors are asked not to contribute or interact with any posts related to the event - this is crucial for the safety of everyone involved.
If you don’t plan to contribute but still want to support, following and reblogging is the best way to get the word out and show support for our creators! We will be tracking the tags #RegencyFemdomWeek and #RegencyFemdom2020.
Have fun, and see you in October!
𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒...
and welcome to the official tumblr for Regency Femdom Week 2020!
Rules and info to come; stay tuned, darlings.
with his own dagger (2020)
He had learned quickly what she wanted. Even more quickly, he had learned the consequences for withholding it. And what she wanted was this: His fear. His anguish. The torment of his body and soul.
pairing: Sith!Rey/Ben Solo wordcount: 4,189 tags: Rape/Non-con, Sith!Rey, hurt no comfort, femdom, sadism, BDSM, restraints, PiV sex, face slapping, choking, lightsaber burns, angst, drugged, dissociation, literal torture porn
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These three pieces were always meant to go together, so I thought I’d collect them all into one post. In fact, the fic began as a third painting in the series - I even have sketches of it - but I was having a tough time conveying all the details I wanted. Once I thought about how I’d put it in writing, it became clear that was the right choice.
update! where to find my art
Hi folks! I don’t know if any of yall have a pixiv, but you can find my Star Wars and DBH art there (along with plenty of other stuff.) Love you, be well!
https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=46180065
your code is programmed not to love me
(This is literally just weird bad-idea porn. I blame @the-son-of-dathomir. Just do me a favor and pretend there’s about 50,000 words of build-up, jealous glances and petty bullshit and hand touches through leather gloves, alright?)
(title from Janelle Monae’s Take A Byte, an excellent song to make out with someone you kinda hate to)
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“And with the collapse of the smuggling ring, I’ll need these filed.” Agent Thirteen tossed the datapad carelessly across the table at Watcher Two.
Shara Jenn. Her real name was Shara. That tidbit had stuck in her head since Watcher X left it for her like a Life Day gift, like a bird’s head deposited on a windowsill. Thirteen couldn’t stop repeating it, putting the name to the face. Shara, Shara, Shara, echoing in her brain until she might slip and let it fall out of her mouth. Matching it to at Watcher’s perfect, moon-round face and bright eyes. Her hair that was never mussed by the battlefield.
The datapad’s collapse on the table was very loud in the empty conference room. Shara glared.
“You expect me to do your datawork?” The words filthy alien had never been spoken between them, but they underpinned every interaction, an invisible current that charged the air between them. Shara arched a horrifically perfect brow, her pale face marred by the irritated wrinkle in her forehead.
“Only one of us runs around getting shot at, Watcher.” Thirteen snipped, her head tilting at a haughty angle. Only one of us is considered disposable enough to be put in the line of fire, you perfectly-engineered twat. “I have things to-”
“I shan’t.” Shara crossed her arms, her place at the head of the conference table conveniently blocking Thirteen’s exit. “I’ve a mountain of things to take care of with this mission cleanup, do it yourself.”
“No. I’m busy. And besides- you’re so much better with numbers- that lovely brain of yours can calculate hyperspace routes, some spreadsheets oughtn’t give you any trouble, hm?” Thirteen smirked, the expression casually cruel on her face. Graceful fingers flicked out in a dismissive wave good-bye as she passed, her fingertips passing just a heartbeat over Shara’s arm. Close enough to feel the heat of her against the dehumidified chill of the room.
Shara- Watcher- stepped in front of her, shoulders squared- she was shorter than Thirteen, not lean nor muscled, but stood like a stubborn little rock in her path. “Make me.” She challenged, her brow twisted in confusion, her lips pursed in a childish little pout.
“Move.” Thirteen stopped dead, quivering with the urge to shove her to the floor, like a girl on the playground.
“Make me,” Shara insisted, stepping up even closer. She was warm and soft, smelling of cold, dry air and the radiating smell of a holo-emitter. Like something made of blue light and circuitry.
Thirteen surged forward to steal her mouth in a biting kiss.
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18. A memory they’d love to change for Thirteen?
(Warning for violence, blood, etc)
Vellen- first Thev’elle’nresh, now Vellen, and soon to be Vellen Wainright if her fiance had his way- clutched Upsal Wainright’s pale and well-muscled arm as they walked back to the house in their tennis clothes, her indigo hair bound up in a lovely bouncing ponytail. The sun shone on the grounds of their vacation home on Alderaan, unlike Upsal’s rainy Dromund Kaas, and the smell of the pines was bright in the clear morning air.
(No threats on the grounds, said Agent Thirteen inside her mind. Vellen shoved the thought away.)
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actually the divide between what is and is not dr who canon is very straightforward. if I like it, its canon now. if i don’t like it doesn’t count.
the marie kondo approach to canon. does this story spark joy? no? throw it away
I got a couple of positive responses when I asked if anyone would want to hear my voice, so this is a cover of Anais Mitchell’s Flowers, from Hadestown. (Links are to far superior versions of the song. With backup music and all.)
(”Album art” is of Thirteen, by @capiapoa, because I can never resist plugging it.)
Under the cut, you get a snippet about my Imperial Agent, Thirteen, because this song is on my playlist for her and… well, I’d like to have something to be proud of about this.
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go write three sentences on your current writing project.
# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but we’re all reblogging it # because if we have to suffer # so do other writers
All right, folks! It’s summer. No classes, no assignments and more free time! So I’m opening commissions again. If you have an idea outside of the basic parameters I’ve set up, get in touch anyway! We can work something out.
Get in touch: [email protected] OR send a tumblr message
Check out my art tag to see what else I’ve done, including commission work!
this is legitimately the best headline i have ever read in my entire life
in order to lead a happy life im gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit
not to be dramatic but this post genuinely made me consider my priorities in life and the choices i need to make for my own wellbeing
oc asks: #7? (Idk any of your oc's names but your very cute beardy blonde priest boy is very nice!)
Ahh priest guy!! Well technically he was a real person (Finnian of Movilla), but I guess I’d describe my fictionalized version of him as: stubborn, self-martyring, but ultimately open-minded. And I think he would be a little more generous and say he’s charismatic, persistent, and curious.
(But come on, his plan to convert Tuan hinged on nearly dying of exposure. The guy has some dumbass in there somewhere.)
Things I’m pretty ok at in this fucked up world:
-rollerblading as a form of transportation
-making aesthetic af clover crowns
-having a kickass hip-to-waist ratio and wearing crop tops to prove it
that’s it that’s all