#also my personal feelings are that littlespace is more interesting to experience irl
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What do you think of Littlespace? Will you ever write about it?
When it comes to writing it, I have already in a way. Efnisien has hit regressed spaces that are adjacent to littlespace (which is why Kadek specifically brings it up in Falling Falling Stars), but I don't know if I'd write it specifically in a DDlb kind of setting because I'm just not really drawn to writing it (I would have by now if I was, lol), and Arden's not really interested in being Efnisien's 'Daddy.'
As to what I think about it, it's a cool thing that exists that a lot of people get to enjoy in real life and in fiction :D
#asks and answers#falling falling stars#efnisien ap wledig#arden mercury#efnisien becomes more sweet and childlike in subspace#as well as more pliant and obedient#it's just not formalised because efnisien's not really ready for that#also my personal feelings are that littlespace is more interesting to experience irl#than to write about in fic#like it's too kind of not interesting to me to write someone colouring in a book#or watching a movie#and just being generally childlike and regressed for an entire fic#it's like - i'm more interested in puppyplay as a kink irl#i find it actually less interesting to write about#as the anchoring kink of a story
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Iām still trying to decide if Iām going to aim for a 3rd OC to round out the challenge, tonight. Iām feeling a little dry on the creative front, and 2 out of 3 is respectable.
Iām also trying to teach myself I donāt have to be writing 100% of the time to be productive.
So while I decide whether or not to try and create a 3rd new OC, I figured Iād drink my coffee and come talk about some stuff.
Itās pretty common knowledge that I think a lot. I overthink, a lot. And as Iāve gotten more into fandoms again, Iām seeing the climate around things change from when I was writing for fandoms before. And this isnāt so much a rant about fandoms as itās me...questioning my writing and if Iāll be okay, putting my stuff out there.
Yāsee, we all know Tumblrās a pretty toxic place, if youāre not in the āTHIS IS OKAY TO LIKEā box, youāre gonna get death threats and shamed and...all that fun stuff. And Iāve always existed outside of that box. I like BDSM, necro, cannibalism, etc, and none of that is mainstream or āacceptableā to like. And as Iāve been paying attention and watching and just sort of...putting my ear to the wall (because I donāt participate in shit) itās left me feeling like I shouldnāt create, because nothing I create is āokayā by the standards of people that are out there.
And itās weird, because when I was younger I never used to give a shit. Iād write what I wanted and fuck anyone who didnāt like it. But it seems the scales have tipped so far the other way; where before people would just quietly peruse what they like and ignore what they didnāt, I feel like now they make lynch mobs and try to destroy you as a person because omg you like littlespace? How very dare.
It might have something to do with my emotional state, right now. Iām very...I donāt want to say fragile? Not because I have a problem with being fragile but more because Iām just tired, emotionally. Iāve hit this point where Iām just too tired for drama and bullshit because Iām just trying to make it to tomorrow. So the thought of creating something that I like, that I enjoy, and someone coming to scream āTHIS IS WRONG AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BADā at me just...does not interest me in the slightest.
Even just with creating characters, I was thinking of creating a new monster...because uhm, yaaas, but when I was doing research thereās all these folks barking and screeching about how you canāt create monsters using Native American lore because itās wrong or how Jewish people own certain myths and you canāt use them and I just...I really didnāt want to get to a point where Iām saying people are too sensitive (because thatās the older peopleās battle cry and I think sensitivity is important) but if I want to create a monster based off the wendigo...why canāt I just do that? Why is that so offensive and horrible to a group of people whom I donāt know and donāt know me? Iām not doing it to be shitty. Tbh itās a form of respect because I think the lore is badass and I want some of that.
It reminds me how I saw a long thread (this was ages ago) about a little white girl who wanted to throw a geisha-inspired tea party and her mom did all this research and reached out to Japanese...people (I donāt recall what they did, officially) and she put on this real authentic party for her daughter and it was really respectful and there were all these people just up in arms about it, calling it appropriation and while I 10000% believe appropriation is a thing, not everything is appropriation. And if we start drawing those sorts of lines, weāre all gonna lose 97% of the shit we enjoy because it belongs to some other race or culture.
So I donāt know. Seeing all this discourse and angry shouting just adds to my āoh my god Iām old and tiredā mood because I want to create all sorts of things but Iām terrified that Iām going to create something offensive without realizing itās offensive???
The monster thing really fucking threw me.
And I know. Folks in the internet donāt own shit and I donāt owe anyone an explanation for the shit that I do. I know Iām coming from a place of respect and just trying to enjoy myself and I shouldnāt feel bad about that--I know all that. Part of my issue with seeing this sort of stuff is because I was raised to not believe my opinion or thoughts or feelings about something is worth a goddamn, which is why people say things and I nod and shut up. Iām still working on it.
Which brings me to something else thatās been tumbling around in my head--think Iām going to take a page out of Beeslyās book and try to be more assertive this year/for the rest of my life. Itās something that Iāve struggled with my whole life, for reasons that I assume are obvious, and I want to...get over that. I realize thereās lots of things I want to do and donāt because Iām too worried about what someone else may say or think or do about it and so I just...donāt. And I wind up regretting my silence or in-action and then I feel bad. And to be clear, Iām not even talking about shitty things. I mean I donāt do small things, like talk about my own likes or interests or even buying certain things because I donāt think I should, because someone else might side-eye or it might bother someone. I have always done this and I still do it and I swear to god even on my own fucking cellphone sometimes I wonāt set certain characters as my wallpaper because I donāt feel like I have the right to do it.
I mean how fucking stupid is that.
But itās a real issue and it keeps me from enjoying simple things that donāt bother anyone. And I realize I have a lot of anger and resentment built up that I need to start working on, and this type of behavior only adds to it. I feel like I have this gluttonous monster that follows me around, and has since I was a kid, and itās just huge and gross (even for me, lol) and I keep feeding it so it sticks around. And it just keeps getting bigger and bigger and the more I feed it the worse I feel because itās constantly bothering me.
I just...Iām sure it sounds stupid but I really need my 30ā²s to be better than my 20ā²s and this new decade thing, like I either gotta pull the trigger on some change and making my life better...or really pull the trigger and be done with it. Iām stuck in places I donāt like being and Iām sick of coming back to these spaces and saying Iām stuck. How many years am I gonna do that?
Hopefully, no more years, lol.
I just have to teach myself worth, I guess. Thatās the root issue of all the stuff I was just talking about. I donāt value myself enough to put my foot down about things or to just openly like something without worrying about what anyone else might think about it--and donāt get me wrong, Iāve always done my own thing and I didnāt care how off-brand it was. I like weird shit and always have; when I say openly liking something I mean not feeling like I donāt belong liking it. And the worth issue applies to my writing, too.
Because circling back to the whole, āyou canāt like this because I think itās wrong,ā thing, I was reading a thread a couple days ago about how the main actor in that You show, he goes on Twitter and corrects women who like his character, and of course Tumblr is praising him and saying how you shouldnāt like his character and that behavior is toxic.
And yeah, in real life, it is. And you shouldnāt put up with anything youāre not comfortable with.
But I was reading this and thinking to myself...yāall really canāt separate fantasy from reality anymore. Yāall have just blurred that line to the point where people canāt even enjoy fake shit because you think that means they like it IRL. And itās fucking nuts.
As someone who has existed in their own fantasy world for 30 years, I can safely say, thereās shit I enjoy in fantasy I wouldnāt IRL. I love super controlling behavior on paper but I wouldnāt be able to deal with it in a real relationship. That shit hits way too close to home--but I have control over it in my head, so itās perfect. And thatās why fantasy is so important.
Take cannibalism. Could someone cut off my arm and eat it IRL? I mean they could, but...donāt? I need it for things.
But they can in my head, and on paper, and I enjoy reading about it. Experiencing it that way, because itās the only safe, sane way to experience it.
I fucking love unhinged, crazy characters who are obsessive and possessive to the point of murder and I canāt enjoy that shit IRL but Iām fucking fine to fantasize about it--but everyone is out there tooting their shame horn and I just...let people enjoy things? Like why the fuck are they so pressed.
Itās like sitting down to eat at your table, in your house, with your favorite meal all nicely prepared in front of you. But you happen to look up, and see that across the street, your neighbor is eating some shit you hate. Like you canāt stand what theyāre eating. But theyāre in their house, and you canāt smell it, and you donāt have to eat it...yet instead of eating your own goddamn meal, you get up from the table, march across the street, and bang on your neighborās door to yell at them about some shit you donāt like. How dare they eat something you donāt like?
Thatās what itās like, to me. The shit I like, that Iām into, doesnāt hurt any-fucking-body, because itās fantasy. But people will scream at the top of their fucking lungs about how itās gross and nasty and they donāt want to see it (even though they found it, somehow) and because they hate it Iām terrible for liking it. It just...ugh. Itās such an illogical argument.
I donāt like Katy Perry. I think sheās a garbage human being who got famous because sheās āprettyā and pretended to be bisexual for a while but yāknow what? I donāt give a shit about her or anyone who likes her. I donāt care, and when I say I donāt care, I mean like it doesnāt affect or bother me that anyone else is into her. She can do her, and they can do them, and Iāmma do me.
But itās borderline impossible for people to stay in their goddamn lane and itās nuts. Like as a gay woman who grew up watching adults argue about gay marriage I remember thinking, even as a gayby, why do so many straight folks care? Like why do they give a shit who someone else is marrying? But they did. They still do.
And thatās what it reminds me of. That us younger generations love to brag about how weāre more open and progressive than our parents and grandparents and yeah, we donāt lynch people of color or keep the LGBT community closeted but if you enjoy BDSM/littlespace or god forbid ship the wrong characters together youāre probably gonna get death threats and bullied off an internet platform.
So yeah. Thatās just been rattling around in my head the past few days, as Iāve been workshopping OCās and tossing around ideas of what to write about this year. My interests have and always will be counter-culture/alternative and I always anticipate thereās going to be someone who isnāt into what I do. Thatās...kinda been my label? Like Iām not āone size fits allā, lol, but beyond all the discourse and stuff it leaves me wondering what sort of audience Iāll even have.
I donāt pretend to be the only one into these sorts of things, I know thereās other weirdos out there and stuff, theyāre just sitting quietly amongst all the shouting and screaming, like I am. And I guess if thatās my audience, Iāll take it. I donāt have these big aspirations of necessarily being famous (being rich would be nice because...money worries, lol, Iām way over them) but I always liked Christineās hustle. She writes (prolifically, good god) for her fans and thatās what sheās happy doing. Doesnāt matter that she isnāt a household name, sheās got devoted fans and that is the kind of fanbase Iād like as an author. I donāt need to be liked by everyone, I just want to write and if I happen to make someone happy, well, mission accomplished.
So in the meantime, just going to keep plugging away at myself, letting 2020 be the year of change and growth. So far itās been...I mean I think itās gone well. Iāve finished the first writing challenge I issued myself, so thereās that!
But alas, my coffee cup is empty and itās time for a refill.
Iāll be back soon, likely to issue and then destroy the next challenge of 2020.
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