Ground rules:
Mostly runs on queue. Do not interact if you're underage or intend to be unkind—this is my safe space first and foremost, and I intend to ensure all feel welcome here. Unfollow/block me if my kinks aren't yours.
Protect the dolls, free Palestine, fuck ICE, and take care of one another always.
Please no DMs unless we built a rapport via ask or replies, or on ao3 first. I am liberal with my block button to protect my peace, and I won't be giving warnings or explanations.
Cherie is:
Straight-ish. Twenty-eight. A self-proclaimed lovergirl. A subby FFA. Literally just a romance writer. Not looking for a feedee (or a relationship, or to tease you, etc.).
This blog contains:
Soft historical and fantasy feedism. Sub!feeder stuff. An author obsessing over her OCs. Behind-the-scenes nonsense about my fics. Victorian aesthetics. Hockey. The P/itt. Gentle vibes. Anything else I decide is pretty.
Cherie's writing is:
Only found on ao3.
Wanna look at fanart?
Here's my list of OCs (contains spoilers for pairings).
Here's are PowerPoints of faceclaims for artists.
That one time I gave writing advice.
Part 2
Part 3
On fanart, binding, podfics, and fanfiction:
This is blanket permission, as long as you follow the guidelines below.
Money should never change hands for fan content involving my work.
Do not ever use AI to create fan content of my work.
Always link back or otherwise credit the work that inspired your piece.
I'd love to see what you make! Feel free to tag me, or send me a link or photos.
Unsure about something? Just send me a Tumblr ask. I can answer privately if you like.
Fanart
Please do not commission character art or book covers; self-made fanart and covers are okay. Collabs, trades, and gifts are also okay.
Binding
Never bind or reprint my works for money. Only personal and gift copies are okay.
If you include fanart that is not yours, separate permission from the artist must be gained and referenced in your work.
At this time, I do not allow individual commissions of bound works.
Typesets of my work may be shared, but never for sale or behind a paywall like Patreon.
Podfics
Podfics must be made available for free (e.g. on Tumblr or ao3), never behind a paywall like Patreon.
Do not use AI voices to narrate podfics.
Fanficton
Writing and posting fanfic with my characters is okay, as long as it's available for free (e.g. on Tumblr or ao3), never behind a paywall like Patreon.
On ao3, please check the "This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work" box.
On Tumblr or elsewhere, please link to the original fic on ao3.
AUs are okay. Adding your own OCs to my worlds is okay.
Please don't split up endgame couples. Past relationships and breakups/makeups are fine; cheating, permanent breakups, divorces, etc. for the purpose of giving my characters a new partner are not.
Please also refrain from killing off any of my main characters.
Fat Doctor who eyes me up as I walk into their office, their once crisp button up shirt pulled tight across their heavy belly with small diamonds of flesh at the widest part of their belly, sitting solidly on their thick thighs pressed firmly together and still squeezing out the sides of a tight office chair. A tight white coat puckering at their shoulders with the pure width of their solid body, which I cant quite pull focus from to look at their face.
They look at me with kind eyes as I explain that I've been feeling extra lonely and touched starved and don't know how to fix it, a slight smirk tugs at their lips as they watch my eyes nervously dart over their body as I stumble my way though our conversation.
They sigh softly and scootch their rolling chair nearer to me, as I stare at their jiggling chest and belly as they slowly make their way towards me, not expecting them to reach out a plump hand to put over my fidgeting ones, and jumping in shock, looking up at them properly with wide eyes.
A wolfish smile overtakes their face as they gently coo at me "its alright, I can help you, I have a treatment plan I believe will work" as they rub their thumb against my wrist, slowly moving up my arm as I nod shakily.
"Stand" they gently order, and their hand doesn't leave mine as they use their other to plant their hand on their desk and heave themselves up with a heaviness brought on by years of good eating and overindulgence, stepping slightly towards me as their their budget swings and bounces against their wobbling belly, and run their heavy warm hands up my arms.
Suddenly they grab me tightly, too strong for me to break away if I wanted too, but the feeling of their pillowy body pressed up against me has my mind going completely blank, my hands going up to grab at their sides and shoulders, feeling tight fabric strained even more between my fingers.
Fat Doctor who rocks me slowly as I match their breathing, rubbing up and down my back as I try to bury deeper into their indescribably soft belly and chest, I hear them murder "See sweetie, that's all you needed huh? Someone big and smart to look after you yeah?" And all I can do to reply is hum in response, too blissed out because I finally feel safe and taken care of.
"I'll keep you well now okay?" They say as they slowly maneuver us to lean against the wall, feeling their weight press into me so hard I feel like I can't breathe, but knowing that now I'm safe with a big smart Doctor taking care of me.
Especially when you get on top, pin them down, and tell them that they're such a good enabler, and they're doing such a good job in making you so very very fat, and it makes them so flustered they turn bright red.
