♕ i like you, pretty girl.

♕ Take heed, my darling. ♕

Welcome to my blog! This is a sapphic ns/ft blog, so at this point, men and minors should not be reading.

My name is Natalia/Nat, though I do go by a few seperate titles; Mommy, Ma'am, and a few regency ones (my Queen, my Lady, etc.)

♕ Let me show you pleasure... ♕

KINKS: breeding (without pregnancy), regency, light impact, light + heavy degredation, overstimulation, possession, humiliation, light somnophilia, orgasm denial, inspections, light free use, edging, pet play, bondage.

HARD-NO's: toilet play (scat, piss, etc), gunplay, hard impact (recieving/giving), bloodplay, incest/fauxcest, pregnancy, knifeplay (recieving)

Please note that I am not a brat tamer. I do enjoy delivering the occasional punishment, but bratting towards me often can be annoying. I am at liberty to ignore any asks that go against any of my boundaries, as well as block you without explanation if I believe you've crossed lines. Note that I will be by no means ever showing pictures of myself. Ask if you'd like to send any explicit pictures before sending.

♕ Kneel, darling, I want to see my prize. ♕

DMs: not open on Tumblr, if I know you well I may add you on Discord.

ASKS: open! Send as many as you'd like. (Unless you're a certain Star. Then don't. You suck. xx)

ANONS: 🦊, ⚰️, 🐻, 🍂,🦦

♕ Don't get lost now, it's unbecoming of a sweet thing like you... ♕

#nat.textposts (all my writing)

#nat.emoji (anon)

#nat.anon (anon without an emoji)

#nat.answers (answered asks)

#nat.reposts (reposts)

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and you don’t remember? damn. i’m offended.

Like I said number one fan

🦊

had you questioning it though, hm? shame i couldn’t have dragged it out.

hehehe, hi 🤭

Idiot.

Throws a brick at you.

I think I would genuinely burst into tears if I heard something so beautiful as Hans Zimmer live. It’s not that I cry easily as media, but when it hits me, I’m happy to be a crybaby hahaha!

Being someone that’s humanities-minded going into the medical field can be so jarring because we’re losing that creativity and freedom that makes us so amazing as a species. I could ramble about this for hours but it breaks my heart that there’s this pushback against being able to be a wordsmith or formulate your ideas into art.

So, so, so true. I personally am also a bit of a writer (short little drabbles & poetry) which I could bet stems from my fanfiction days... not that anyone here would ever read it. (You'll pry it from my cold dead hands.)

The energy at concerts is so intoxicating. I love the feeling of everyone sharing a common joy and interest. It’s the same way I feel at sporting events.

I’m not an athlete or singer myself, though. I’m a writer and humanities girl, myself. I would love to write a fantasy series or psychological thriller.

AGH. A girl after my own heart, aren't you? I'm definitely not a singer either. And yes, being at a concert is like sharing a huge karaoke session with your best friends.

I actually haven't been to many concerts. I've seen the Taylor Swift Reputation Stadium Tour, the Weeknd (I have virtually no memory of this as I was so sick), Glass Animals, and now Hozier.

But my true love is orchestras. I love Hans Zimmer.

and you have an idea who i am, hm? put a face to a name or a face to an anon, perhaps 😏

Hm. Daddy long legs? Wahoo? Stinkbutt? A silly little bundle of flowers?

(pronouns she/her, age 23) <3

Oh my goodness! An otter has spawned! Pokeball!

I don’t see a submit option on your blog and I couldn’t attach a photo to the ask, so I sent it over DM. (I read your bio and DMs are closed so you don’t have to respond if you don’t want to)

I’m rambling ah !

You're very sweet, love. xx I don't mind the message at all--you cleared it up with me and whatnot so it isn't an issue, I promise.

And your rambling is adorable.

You're whining at me. Complaining, bratting, whatever you'd like to call it. All because I'm busy. Don't worry, darling... I think it's cute. But maybe I think you're cuter on your knees.

The moment I make that little gesture to the floor, you're already falling to your knees.

How satisfying. I've trained you so well, haven't I? Perhaps I'll teach you a new one... quiet, little thing.