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not-a-space-alien · 3 years ago

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Watch Your Step: Chapter 1

Hey everyone, I have written a little story I wanted to share, it’s for people who like giant/tiny, fairy stories, and hurt/comfort! I might write more depending on what kind of response I get, please enjoy!!

UPDATE: I did decide to write more, so here is a link to the masterpost with all the chapters. Masterpost link.

Title: Watch Your Step

Word count: 7k words

Rating: T

AO3 link

Summary: An entomologist finds an injured fairy while out in the field.

Btw! I didn’t know this was really a thing people did, but if there’s interest for it I’ll start a tag list so you can be alerted when I post updates! Feel free to ask me to add you to the list however you like!

Author’s note:

I wanted to put some disclaimers on my story because I haven’t published much outside of the Good Omens fandom (which, if you followed me for my Gomens fic... :’) sorry)

I was browsing a bunch of different giant/tiny blogs recently because some of the concepts are really cute. Every fandom has its own specific issues that can crop up, and I’m not extremely aware of what the common ones tend to be for giant/tiny, but I saw a few posts about different trends perpetuating racism in g/t scenarios. Unlike fanartists, as an author I can sidestep this issue by not specifying character appearances in too much detail, but I think there can be problems with portrayals like this no matter what race you make the characters. I don’t know what the answer is, but I want to encourage my readers to think critically about these things and try to imagine how we can make our fandom spaces more welcoming for fans of color.

Another note: I had a sensitivity reader look this over for ableism, because ableism is a common criticism of fans of whump. One person can’t speak for the entire community so there might be different opinions on it, which I would be happy to listen to if you’re interested in helping me do better in the future, but just know if I’ve made any mistakes it wasn’t because I didn’t care.

And finally, my last note before I stop wringing my hands like an overconcerned aunt: For any readers who are young and inexperienced, I want you to take caution while reading stories that romanticize relationships with huge power imbalances. It’s fun to think about things like this, but even if there’s no real life equivalent of an injured tiny, please learn how to recognize and understand power imbalances. I think it can actually be a really useful and fun exercise to examine how different factors like that can impact a relationship of any kind in the safe space of fiction, but it’s not a substitute for the skills to recognize healthy and unhealthy relationships irl.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story! It took me back to my days of working in E&E as an undergrad x) and like I said, I might write more if there is interest <3

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Watch Your Step

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Thistle was mincemeat. He’d been resisting the thought for the past few hours, but he couldn’t avoid it any longer. The mounting anxiety in his stomach was too much to ignore.

A particularly large praying mantis had mistaken him for a particularly large bug and helped itself. It wasn’t an entirely unreasonable assumption when you were five inches tall and had gossamer wings, but that didn’t make Thistle feel any better about it.

It had caught him by surprise while he was peacefully enjoying the sight of a tiny waterfall in the creek, the babbling of the water masking the sound of its approach. He knew it had been stupid...Mother always advised him not to go on the ground at all when he was out of the hive, but he had been so delighted by the tiny fish and the little copeopods and wanted a closer look. He knew the ground was dangerous, but it had gone okay the last few times he had done it, so he hadn’t thought...

A mantis couldn’t normally kill a Pixie--not directly anyway. But the ragged tears its raptorial forelegs had left across his chest and arms still throbbed. The wounds were starting to make him lightheaded, exacerbated by the scorching sun overhead and the unfamiliar effort of walking over difficult terrain.

But it was what the mouthparts, not the arms, had latched onto that would do him in at the end: his wings. Before Thistle had managed to dislodge it, it had taken several very decent bites out of his left wing, the mouthparts rhythmically moving in and out, back and forth, up and down, mechanically, coldly, as its bulging, soulless, alien eyes had stared into his when he frantically writhed and kicked and flailed to free himself.

Dragging himself painfully over a fallen log, he half-heartedly fluttered his wings one more time, in the hopes that maybe, somehow, this time he would be able to fly and not make it worse. Pain lanced through his wings as he did so. He hissed and went rigid, panting and waiting for the sensation to recede.

He couldn’t pass out. Not here, not this far from the hive. Motion-based predators like birds and cats wouldn’t touch him lying there on the ground, but animals attracted to anything that smelled warm and helpless would surely get him before any of the other Pixies could find him. Snakes...It would definitely be a snake.

Thistle had always thought being eaten by a snake would be the worst way to go. They were like the mantis. Beady, lifeless eyes. Not equipped to even understand the pain they were causing you, let alone regret it. Wrapping you in a cold, vicious simulacrum of an embrace before swallowing you whole, without a second thought. Without a first thought.

Maybe if he could at least get close enough to the hive before he passed out, someone would find him before a snake did.

***

Marcella hated going to the field by herself.

First of all, it was an hour to drive up to the farm, and she never collected enough specimens by herself to make it worth it. The lab had an army of undergrads that usually fell over themselves for the opportunity to accompany her and spend the day romping around in a field with aerial nets for college credit. But it was currently summer, so most of them were out of town.

Normally she would put off going to the field to collect more insects until someone was available to help her, but her dissertation defense was coming up and she really wanted to have enough timepoints to have a solid defense of one of the key points her entire paper rested on… That meant this week she needed at least twenty more wild caught butterflies, ten moths, a handful of beetles, and whatever aphids she could get her hands on. Which sucked when she was also basically the only one in the lab to make sure all her labmates’ spiders got fed, which was a laborious process that involved coercing them with a fine-tipped paint brush towards a wingless fruit fly.

She cursed Jackie, the lab’s only other doctoral student, for going on vacation this week, adding more work onto her already overworked shoulders. Still, her office didn’t have a window, so it was nice to get out in the sun...even if it was hot out.

Marcy allowed herself a brief moment of diversion near the creek, splashing around in it and stopping to catch a mantis. She didn’t really need mantises for her work, but she thought they were neat and this one was particularly large. Its swollen abdomen let Marcy know it was gravid, and if it laid an egg sac she might be able to use that to entice more undergrads to come and do her busywork for her by convincing them it was exciting.

She approached the cabbage field--the lab had an agreement with the farm nearby that they could come catch pests on their property as long as they were careful not to damage the crops. The cabbage always had a ton of Pieris around them, which were easy to catch. It was a bit hard to avoid trampling the cabbage though, with them being so low to the ground… But she could usually find something good out there.

She just had to watch where she stepped.

***

The cabbage field also happened to be where Thistle was, his agoraphobia battling with his desire to get close to the hive as quickly as possible. Through the cabbage field was the most direct way back, and it would also be easiest to flag someone down for help if anyone happened to pass by due to how open it was.

Normally he would use the opportunity to take a slight detour through the apple orchard. If he could find one small enough to carry, he would always filch an apple to take back for everyone else...But all he could think about now was the straight shot being the fastest way home.

But oh how he hated being out in the open. The cabbage field barely had any cover taller than his waist, and the wretched rows of cabbage heads were planted in a space little more than bare dirt on the ground.

Open space was the enemy. Small, confined spaces were comfortable. Safe. Home. The hive was cozy, enclosed, covered...when you were outside the hive you were in danger and had to be on guard. The only thing that offered any safety outside the hive was cover, exactly the kind the ground in front of him did not have a lick of. Even birds, those silly things he could pretty much always outmaneuver in the air because they were so clumsy and couldn’t keep up with his agile flying, had a decent chance at him out there. Even humans, those gigantic creatures Thistle had barely ever worried about in his life, might be able to catch him out there.

He knew they ran the farm, but it was easy to avoid them and stay out of their sight. They barely ever left their own hive--their own strange, oversized, square hive that only four of them lived in. Mother seemed particularly worried about them finding her hive, but Thistle had never really understood why. They didn’t seem that dangerous...They ate vegetables for goodness’s sake, how could they be scarier than a snake? ...Right?

He peeked out across the field and swallowed nervously. He really was not confident in his ability to go around, on the winding path through the bramble.

But he was also not confident in his ability to go through. He struggled to hold his tears in, wishing he had just listened to Mother and tamped down his curiosity. He wanted to be at home, working on the fabric he had left in his space, safely at home sewing or building something that everyone else would love…

If he managed to get back, he thought he might never leave the hive again. He’d always enjoyed exploring to look for materials before now, but it wasn’t worth this.

He kept his head down and ran. He had never felt so exposed. The grass was barely up to his knees in some places. The wide open space seemed to physically press down on him, like a creature trapped at the bottom of the ocean, and a surge of fear and adrenaline pushed him on.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever actually run. His burning legs apparently couldn’t remember it either. If he wanted to go fast, he would always just fly.

Puffing miserably, he reached the relative safety behind a head of cabbage and fell to his knees, gasping and sweaty. He felt like throwing up.

He took a moment to sit there and catch his breath, when he heard something approaching...something big. He peeked out from behind the leaves in the direction it was coming from.

Oh. Now Thistle understood why Mother had been afraid of the humans finding the hive. Because he noticed something that he hadn’t before: they were fucking terrifying.

It had always been easy to brush off the scale when you were far away and safely up in the air. But now on the ground, Thistle was overwhelmed by the sheer size of the approaching creature--a giantess specifically by the look of it. He was suddenly acutely aware of how much food such a gigantic creature would need to eat, of the size of the head of lettuce next to him, of how easily such a being could easily just bite him in half if it felt so inclined.

But that seemed less likely than simply being crushed by its feet--its stomping feet that were easily the size of his entire body moving way faster than he would expect something that size to move. It could crush him with a thought for looking at him funny. It could crush him by accident and probably not even realize.

The possibility played in his mind over and over with each giant thud signaling a footstep closer. Thistle drew back behind the cabbage, crouched down, making himself as small as possible. If he just stayed still and out of the way, it would probably pass right by him without noticing.

They didn’t usually look at the ground. Didn’t look where they were stepping. Right?

The ground started to shake as it got closer. Thistle clapped his hands over his ears, each footstep spiking the anxiety in his chest higher and higher like a hammer to a nail.

Thud thud thud....

Any one of those movements could basically break every bone in his body if the foot came down on him. But he was out of the way. It was passing on the other side of the cabbage. And it was too late to get further away, because then it would see him. Right? Should he cut his losses? Should he get further away? Was he far enough away? Was there still time to move?

Sweating, trembling, he balled up and stared at the ground.

Thud thud thud...

For a split second, it was right next to him, inches away, the sound positively deafening, the enormous boot right there mid-step. He was so sure in that moment he was going to die if he didn’t move, with such force so close, a wave of panic overwhelming him.

He darted out.

Swiping the net was basically muscle memory at this point for Marcy, a reflex to seeing something tiny within reach. Her logic was she could always just let it go if she didn’t want to keep it.

Marcy of course didn’t know that Pixies existed, so her first interpretation of the blur of motion she managed to scoop up with the net was that she had somehow caught both a mouse and a butterfly at the same time.

The technique for making sure your catch doesn’t fall out of the net was to swipe and then flip it so the bottom of the net looped around to rest on top of the ring, and the snapping of Marcy’s wrist to close the exit tossed her prey up.

Thistle landed softly, not really hurt except for whatever panicked scrambling was tangling him further up, but he gave a startled yelp all the same.

Upon a closer inspection, Marcy’s second interpretation was that she’d caught what looked like a very, very tiny person, as ridiculous as it sounded, trembling in the net and looking up at her with wide eyes.

“Whoah,” Marcy breathed, drawing the net closer. “What are you?” This was the exact same way she phrased it when she encountered a new bug she’d never seen before, which, being an entomologist, hadn’t happened in quite a few years.

Thistle very quickly decided having the giantess’s full attention was much, much worse than waiting for it to pass by. His imagination ran wild with what kinds of awful things such a creature could do on purpose, and it dwarfed his previous thoughts about what could happen by accident.

The giantess shifted its net, speaking excitedly in a language he did not understand, voice bellowing like a huge bell. He wriggled wretchedly, aware that if he actually succeeded in getting out of the net his reward would be plunging to the ground at its feet.

Would it be angry with him for taking that apple last time he was out? He’d honestly thought none of them could even notice a detail that small. There were so many trees with so many apples. But why else would it be hunting him? Were they that defensive of their food? They had so much of it!

Thistle had seen the ones that lived here occasionally taking measures to kill or drive away insects he knew ate the food they grew--had they brought this new human here specifically to catch him? To drive away the hive?

That’s why Mother was always so insistent it was important to not let them see you… Because they could-

“Oh no,” he wept, tears spilling over in his eyes as the giantess’s hand came up and touched him through the net. “Please--please, if-if you can--Please take pity on me, if I’ve--If I’ve offended you in some way, or taken something of value, or trespassed, it was--it was an accident, I swear, please be merciful.”

Marcy watched as her curious catch opened its mouth and started to babble in a tiny voice, squeaking out in what she quickly figured out must be a language she didn’t speak. “You can--Are you talking? You can talk?”

It stopped at the sound of her voice, eyes watery, and lay there paralyzed.

Thistle figured out he and the giantess did not share a language after his plea garnered a response in gibberish and more gentle manhandling. He wasn’t sure if that made the situation better or worse. Worse, right?

The giantess continued to speak as it walked, possibly in what it thought was a quiet voice. He craned his neck to try and see forward where they were going. There was a small blue box sitting in the field, with more of what looked like the giantess’s equipment lying next to it.

Marcy took the strange little creature back to the Igloo cooler she’d brought. It didn’t have any ice in it, but it was convenient for carrying everything and making sure nothing escaped if the cups popped open while she was transporting them.

She gently set her catch down, keeping one foot on the netting to make sure it didn’t dart away. The little thing wriggled and thrashed its wings, trying very hard to find someway out.

“I can’t,” she said to herself, rifling through her supplies to find a cup big enough for it, “I just can’t--what is this thing? Am I going crazy? Should I call someone? I should call someone. Should I?”

She knew damn well no one was going to believe her unless this thing was right there in front of them like it was for her now. Maybe it’d be best to wait...and make sure this whole thing wasn’t a weird dream from being overworked.

You’ve been out in the field too long...you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately…. You should have listened when your mom said you needed a break…

She pushed the cups with the insects she’d already collected aside and pulled out an empty one.

Thistle saw the giantess’s hand come out holding a clear container of some sort, one with a lid, and dread lanced through him.

“No,” he said. “Please don’t--Please don’t put me in there--Please let me go, I-”

Marcy flipped the net with a practiced hand. She was used to handling tiny creatures that wanted to get away, and were fluttering around after you caught them. This one was a bit meatier than a butterfly though, and she was also not used to them babbling in an unknown language as she did so.

She expertly plunged the cup into the net flush with the fabric, then carefully slid the lid over the top, snapped it shut, and took it out.

She held it up. The little creature’s wings quivered, and it put its hands up against the plastic.

To think she had been excited about the mantis before this.

Her brain was unsure how to process what she’d thought was impossible, so she just thought, should I try and catch any more butterflies?

Which was ridiculous. Of course not. Get out of here. Don’t worry about your thesis. Something weird is happening.

She put it into the cooler and shut it.

***

Thistle had never experienced an enclosed space that upset him quite as much as this little plastic cup he found himself in. He’d thought that not being out in the open any more might make things better, but this….this wasn’t like the hive, or even hiding inside a tree or next to a cabbage. It had the worst aspects of both being out in the open and being in an enclosed space. He couldn’t maneuver well, fly, or run away, but he was also so terribly exposed. Cover that didn’t cover him. He had never felt so profoundly unsafe in an unnerving, unfamiliar way.

He steadied himself on the side of the container to avoid falling down as the giantess jostled him, placing him down into the blue box he’d seen earlier beside some other cups.

They were full of butterflies. Most of them were just placidly sitting there, uncomprehending, their bulging eyes, fuzzy bodies, and rolled up proboscises now looking impossibly large this close to him.

He heard something larger moving behind him, so he turned around and saw the mantis, that green monster, yes, even exactly the same one that had put him in this predicament, he could tell by the dent in its right eye where he had elbowed it earlier. Electric fear surged through him, and he pressed himself against the wall, as far away from it as he could get, and held his breath.

Its mouthparts moved idly, forelegs resting on the wall of its own cup, not seeming to notice or care about any of the easy prey around it. Maybe it knew there was an invisible barrier between them it couldn’t get through. Maybe it was smarter than he thought. Maybe it was just biding its time, maliciously planning whatever other horrible things it could do to him. Maybe it was in cahoots with the giantess.

The lid of the box came down, plunging them into darkness, leaving him with only the sounds of the occasional scrabble of insect legs on plastic and his own heart hammering in his throat.

***

Marcy had to try very hard not to speed on the way home. It didn’t work, and she got back to the lab in about 45 minutes when by all accounts it should have taken at least an hour. She also had to resist the urge to open the cooler every few minutes to take a peek to make sure what she had caught was still there. She half expected to get back to the lab and find the cooler empty somehow.

She’d hoped that maybe the head of the lab would be there when she got back--but no, it was 7PM, he’d gone home. So had everyone else. It was just her. No one to confirm she wasn’t hallucinating.

She unlocked the lab, switched the light on, and put the cooler on the benchtop. She re-locked the door for good measure, then stood staring down at the cooler.

Okay. So assuming she opened it up and saw the same thing as she had in the field, and she hadn’t just wasted the rest of her day on some silly mistake, she had caught a...fairy? It had to be a fairy. Weren’t fairies magic? If it had been magic, surely it would have been able to escape from her. Right? Unless it wanted to be caught? Was this a test, and she was failing it? Was she about to suffer some ironic and appropriate punishment from the universe?

She reigned in her wild train of thought. Back up. Start with the basics. You have caught some unknown creature that, superficially, looks like a tiny person with wings. You do not know what it actually is. You cannot make any assumptions about it. It seems to be able to talk, but you can’t speak its language, and you don’t know if it can understand yours.

Given these very basic facts, assuming they were all true, what would be the best thing to do? Document it, right? Show someone else?

Maybe she could start by just taking it out and confirming it was real.

Thistle honestly hadn’t been sure what to expect to see when the giantess opened the box and took him out, but the reality of it was so much worse than he’d thought.

It was a room, square--he must be inside one of their big, weird hives, which Mother had advised against since it could be dangerous. Every surface was flat and bare and cold, no plants or grass, nowhere to hide, and the whole thing was littered with giant’s tools he couldn’t even imagine what they were for. Strange boxes in every imaginable size, basins and cups and small metal tools. Those were the worst part--most of them were almost as long as his entire body, and some ended in sharp points and others had fierce-looking clamps and still others he couldn’t even guess how they could move.

No... the worst part was actually what was up on the wall: a box full of dead insects, wings spread and pinned for display, labeled in a language he couldn’t read but he recognized what he saw. It was a collection, one he had just been added to. And right there in the center was a mantis, that fearsome predator, pinned up and decorated as easily as Thistle might pick up a particularly pretty pebble and take it home and put it with his others.

“Please,” he begged, voice thick with tears, “please have mercy.” Was there any way to make the giantess understand that he was a person? That he felt pain and emotions? That this was unthinkably cruel? Would it even care? Did it think of him like a bug? He pushed his hands against the clear container, shaking and swallowing huge, panicked breaths. “Please don’t do this to me.”

Could he convince it not to? “I can--I can grant you wishes.” He couldn’t, of course, he could barely use any magic beyond what it took to assist in flight, but he might be able to convince the giantess otherwise if it could understand him.

The giantess moved about the room, rearranging objects with ease that Thistle thought he would never be able to lift at all, pushing them aside with dreamlike speed. It didn’t seem to be listening to him.

He stepped back against the wall as far as he could go, wringing his hands anxiously. With a sinking heart he thought, Well. At least it’ll probably kill me painlessly, to avoid blemishing my corpse… unless it wants to dissect me first.

Why hadn’t he just listened to Mother?

Marcy cleared some space by pushing the pipettes and forceps away from the dissecting scope and set her catch down on the counter to examine it.

Yes, it was real. Her curiosity ignited like a flame, eager to know more about what the hell she had just found. It was a tiny person, and it had wings--but looking more closely now, it looked like one of them had been torn pretty badly...might explain why she had found it on the ground.

Was it a person? Maybe it was just the scale, or its limbs looking just a bit too long and thin, or its herky jerky and frantic movements, but something about it seemed strangely insectoid.

It put its hands together in front of its body, rubbing them together like a fly. She brought a light over to get a better look, and it crouched down and shielded its head with its arms, shaking.

It had a ribbon of wavy black hair from the top of its head, framed by two pointed ears. Its eyes were just a little too big and too wide set, triggering her uncanny valley response looking at its face. Its mouth definitely looked more human than insect though, as did the chest and limbs.

And it was wearing clothes, though she couldn’t tell what they could possibly be made of, but she could see the lines where they had been very finely stitched together. She wondered briefly how it managed to wear a shirt with its wings, but then noted with excitement the construction. The top had two long slits in the back, which when the shirt was pulled over the head, would just drape around the wings and allow them to move freely.

Another thing she couldn’t tell was the sex of this creature, if it had one. She thought about removing the clothes, wondering what such an impossibly tiny person could even look like in its more private areas.

Then she imagined herself actually doing that. Getting the scissors, or the forceps, and gently removing the little clothing while the creature struggled. That thought was finally enough for the realization of what she was actually doing to smack her in the face.

That would be an immensely fucked up thing to actually do, because she had caught a tiny person and brought it back to the lab. It was absolutely at her mercy and this whole time she hadn’t even thought about the possibility that, unlike everything else she’d brought back from the field, it understood what was happening and was terrified.

She finally noticed for the first time its puffy, red eyes and splotchy cheeks. The details were so tiny she hadn’t even seen them, but it had probably been crying the entire time it’d been in the cooler. And she glanced over her shoulder to see what its saucer-wide gaze was fixed on and saw the insect collection she had put together from all the cool bugs her first cohort of undergrads had collected in the field and brought excitedly to her.

It was a treasured memory of hers, and she had never in a million years thought anyone could find it threatening. But now she was imagining herself trapped in a little plastic cup and kidnapped and brought who knows where and seeing that and trying to guess what was in store for her. She had been so caught up in the excitement of discovery, and absorbed in her own feelings, that she hadn’t even questioned her instincts to snatch it up like a research sample.

It started speaking again in that tiny voice, a mellifluous little sound in a language that sounded like it was mostly vowels. She’d been so gobsmacked by its ability to speak earlier that she hadn’t even considered what it might be saying. Watching it cower now, hiding its face in its hands and sobbing, it was easy to guess.

Guilt washed over her. “Oh my god. I’m sorry. I’m...oh my god. Fuck.”

She leaned over and drew her hands around it, which only seemed to scare it more.

She should let it out. But what if it ran away? But she couldn’t keep it trapped under there. Right? It wasn’t ethical to keep someone trapped like that. She should start by undoing the damage she had already done.

She snapped the lid off and lifted the cup off the creature. It darted out and away towards the edge of the counter.

Thistle had never run so fast in his life. Every instinct in his body, every muscle was working together to get him away. He dashed towards the edge and hurled himself off.

Pain lanced through his shredded wing as he tried to fly. He managed to glide for a second, but then-

The hand came around him.

“Shit!” she yelped, diving after it. “No, no, nope, don’t-” Years of working with small creatures had honed her reflexes to grab anything running away from her to stop it from falling and hurting itself--but also, to stop it from getting loose and lost forever somewhere in the building.

So she lunged. And grabbed it. Too hard, she realized too late, as her fist closed around it and it gave a yelp of pain. And its wings--they seemed sturdier than, say, butterfly wings, maybe capable of tolerating being folded like a beetle’s wings, but she winced as she realized she had crumpled them against its body, which at the very least couldn’t be comfortable.

“Shit,” she said. “I’m sorry--fuck, fuck, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

Now moving as gently and deliberately as she could, she lowered it onto the benchtop and set it down, keeping her hands around it. She was relieved to see its wings unfold back into shape, undamaged--well, except for what it already had.

Thistle lay on the counter breathlessly, one hand raised as though he could possibly shield himself from anything, the other hand propping him up. He was embarrassed to hear a pathetic whimper escape his lips, but the giantess’s hands cupped him and prevented him from crawling any further away.

It started speaking to him in what sounded like it was trying to make a quiet, soothing voice, and one of its thumbs came forward and rubbed the top of his head, ruffling his hair. Was it...trying to calm him down? Feeling his hair?

He dared not try to dart away again lest he get another terrible squeeze.

“There we go,” Marcy cooed, stroking the little creature in what she hoped was a soothing manner. It trembled under her hands. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

She felt terrible, like a bull in a China shop, a big dumb animal that took way too long to realize the hurt it was causing. She’d found this little creature when it was at its most vulnerable and did exactly the wrong thing.

Could she fix this?

She very gently moved one finger from the creature’s heaving chest to its wings, delicately splaying the injured wing outwards to examine it.�� It was ragged, almost half of it completely torn up.

“Do you want me to try and fix this?”

It looked at her uncomprehendingly, flinching at the movements of her hands.

She cursed herself. It seemed thoroughly cowed to stay in place by the way she’d grabbed it so hard. Was there any way to communicate that had been an accident?

She removed her hands and put them on her chest. “Marcy.”

It looked at her.

“Marcy.”

She very delicately moved forward and pinched its tiny hands with her fingers, moving them to its chest in the same way she had placed hers on her own.

Thistle watched the giantess speaking slowly and deliberately, making some unknown sound and gesturing to itself. He panicked again when it reached for him, but it was suddenly doing something very strange with his hands. He fought through the static in his brain to try and figure it out.

The way it was waiting silently now, as though it wanted an answer, almost politely now. Was it...asking for his name? Was it introducing itself?

He swallowed and said with as much courage as he could muster, “Th-Thistle?”

Marcy was delighted when the little creature seemed to try and figure out what she was doing, struggling for a moment before making a small sound, a single word.

Had she done it? “Is that your name?” She moved her hands back to herself. “Marcy.”

It repeated the gesture and the sound, which she could hear more clearly this time, though in still such a tiny voice. “Ardo.”

“Ardo,” she said.

“Marcy,” it said.

The giantess seemed happy that he was repeating back what it said to him, a clear expression of delight breaking over its face. “THISTLE,” it repeated back to him, in a very broken-sounding and far too loud version of his own language.

Thistle wobbled to his feet, looking up at the giantess with renewed desperation. “Can you understand me? Please let me go. I- I want to leave. I want to go home. I can’t fly.”

“Y’vipoaomeni mi? Bonou lasiiniri. Mi-mivolaoriri. Miolas iriemei. Miniovaslui.” Marcy bit her lip as the little creature stood and apparently took their limited communication attempts as a go-ahead to start babbling again, word vomiting in a clearly anxious tone.

“Okay, okay,” said Marcy, waving her hands, and it clamped its mouth shut. “Uh...sorry. Marcy. Ardo.” She moved her hands from herself to it. “Nice to meet you. Sorry, I can’t really...Oh, how about this.”

She took a step away, watching out of the corner of her eye to make sure it didn’t run off the edge of the counter again. It stood watching her, hands kneading the air.

She turned towards the whiteboard and uncapped a marker. She made sure it was watching her, then created to the best of her very limited artistic abilities, a drawing of a little person with wings, lying down on the ground. She erased part of the left wing and drew the ragged edge.

“Ardo,” she said, pointing to it.

It nodded, gesturing to itself. “Ardo.” It pointed to her and said “Marcy?” this time its tone questioning, as though to say Haven’t we established this already?

Marcy turned back towards the board and used the marker to draw a new circle on the broken wing, overlaying what she hoped would communicate the outline of a new wing overtop of the ripped one. “Fix?” she said.

“Fix?” it said.

She held her arms out and moved them up and down, hoping to give the impression of flying. It gently wafted its wings, watching her, a tiny look of hope dawning on its face.

She used the marker to draw an arrow pointing downwards, like a motion line, towards the drawing of the person lying on the floor. The little creature slowly knelt, then lowered itself down and lay on its stomach, wings upwards.

Marcy was absolutely delighted her attempts to communicate had been going so well, but the excitement started to fade as she realized she wasn’t sure how to make good on her promise of fixing the wing, if it had understood that's what she'd meant. Her eyes wandered over to the insect display…

The mantis was the biggest one, and its wings were about the same size as those of her little friend here...could she…?

They had body-safe glue in the lab, and it was pretty strong stuff. Could it…?

Could it be that simple…?

It lifted its head slightly to watch with apprehensive eyes as she uncorked the mantis from the board and brought it over, setting it on the table. Very, very gently, as delicately as she could, she snapped the mantis’s wing off at the joint where it was connected at the abdomen.

She grabbed a pair of self-closing forceps and moved them over towards it--Ardo, she supposed, she should start thinking of it as, since that was its name...Their name?

She opened the forceps and maneuvered it around Ardo’s wing.

Their body started to shake again, and they put their head down onto the back of their hands splayed flat against the table. “It’s okay,” she said, gently rubbing their back between the wings. “I promise it’s OK. I’ll be gentle.”

“Gentle.”

“Yes, gentle.”

She closed the forceps and lowered them onto the table, securing the wing in place. Ardo flinched as Marcy put the glue bottle down on the table, seeming like they were starting to regret letting her do this. “Gentle.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Marcy?”

“It’s okay.” She eyed the ragged edge of the wing. Was the wing innervated? How much did it hurt? She imagined it was going to be hard to secure all those loose ribbons of what remained to a new wing. Could she maybe...trim it? Would that be tolerable or not? Would that be more akin to trimming fingernails or performing surgery on someone while awake?

She reached for the scissors. Ardo exploded into a hysterical onslaught of pleas, begging so intensely Marcy didn’t need to know the translation to know what they were saying.

“Okay,” she said, closing the scissors, putting them down and sliding them far away. She put her hands up to show they were empty. “Okay, don’t worry, see? It’s okay.”

“Gentle,” they said, voice trembling.

She picked up a pair of tweezers, the dullest ones she had so they wouldn’t pinch, and a dull poker with an edge the size of a toothpick. She rolled a chair over and sat, leaning over him and starting to feather-light pick at the edges of the wing with a dexterous hand.

“This is probably going to take a while,” she said. “But it’s okay. I’ll do my best.”

Marcy started by using the glue to secure the base of the mantis wing to the base of Ardo’s wing, delicately drizzling the glue onto the mantis wing and maneuvering it onto Ardo with the tweezers. She moved the self-closing forceps to clamp them together, waiting for them to dry a bit before continuing. Ardo’s body was stiff, probably with nerves, but he wasn’t making any noises of pain, so she continued cautiously.

Next she slowly worked her way up the wing, spreading the glue with an even hand and pressing them together, clamping them to dry.

The evening started to wear on as she worked, determined to do it slowly and right, but feeling her eyes start to get heavy.

She reached the top of the wing, where the shredded edges were. It really would be a lot easier to secure the wings together properly if there were a smooth edge and not a lot of leftover damaged tissue there. Could she…?

She quietly moved her hand to the drawer, opening it and retrieving the smaller pair of scissors there, moving them up and behind Ardo so they couldn’t see them.

She tried to steady her hands and moved the scissors onto the wing, moving so slowly it was barely visible.

Ardo gave a whine of pain as the scissors grazed the wing, biting their hand, and Marcy withdrew the tool immediately and stowed it back in the drawer. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt and earlier you were just scared-”

Ardo lay there miserably.

“We’re almost done. Don’t worry.” She dabbled some more glue on the mantis wing, spreading it around, and gingerly moved the threads of the damaged wing onto it, pressing as lightly as she could. Ardo squirmed a bit, whimpering. “We’re almost done. You’re doing great.”

She pressed the final bits together, so Ardo’s wing was entirely connected to the mantis wing, and while it dried she worked on securing the base of the mantis wing to the skin on their back next to the base of their own wing as best as she could.

She removed the clamp. “Okay, I think we’re done.”

She moved her hand down, pinching their little hand between her thumb and forefinger and helping them stand up. They looked back at their wing, moving it experimentally.

“How does that feel?”

She removed her hands and let Ardo walk around, flapping gently. They reached the edge of the table.

“Maybe let’s take it slow, okay?” she said, getting up. “And not jump-”

He jumped, up into the air, wings whirring into action. Her fix seemed to work a little too well, because he rocketed up and away from her, through her hands, and into the corner of the room.

“Please come down,” Marcy said, opening her hands. “Come here?”

Her heart sank as she watched the little creature dart away and into the ventilation duct, wriggling between the grate and the wall, disappearing.

“.....Ah.”

She dropped back into her chair, exhaustedly looking at the clock. It was 11:35pm. She wasn’t any closer to finishing her thesis. Now without the proof directly in front of her, it was easy to think that maybe she had just hallucinated the past few hours.

She looked at the grate. It looked just barely big enough to get her hand partway into it. She had no idea how she could even possibly start finding a tiny person in there, or coaxing it out.

She wanted to go home. She’d been up since 5AM. She collected her coat, her bag, and her keys, and locked the door behind her. She hoped that little creature also found its way home, wherever home was for creatures like that.

#giant/tiny #gt #gianttiny #fairy #my writing #fearplay #angst #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #my original writing

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saintwhumpolas · 3 years ago

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Ho ho HAHAHAHAHA!

It’s Christmastime, whump community! And Saint Whumpolas, patron saint of whump, is looking forward to the fun! If you’re sighing at how un-whumpy the presents under your tree seem to be, if your gingerbread dungeon dreams became a plain old gingerbread house, if your stocking isn’t stuffed with hurt and maybe some comfort…then this is the event for you!

This is Saint Whumpolas’ Whumpy Secret Santa, a whump community event where whump creators anonymously gift writing/art to each other and try to guess who’s got who!

How It Works:

Step 1. Sign up for the event by December 5th

Step 2. Get assigned a fellow whump blog to make something for

Step 3. Send in your whump creation to Saint Whumpolas

Step 4. Saint Whumpolas will deliver all the presents on Christmas Eve! Try to guess which whump blog created a gift for you, and see your gift blog’s reaction to the present you made for them!

The Rules

• I’m cutting sign-ups off at midnight Mountain Time on December 5th. If we end up with an odd number of blogs, I’ll jump in to make sure everyone gets a gift- if you’d like to also volunteer to be on emergency standby instead of/in addition to signing up to make and receive a gift, let me know!

• Please don’t sign up if you can’t make something- we want everyone to get a gift!

• From December 5th on, you’ll get an ask in your inbox from this blog, letting you know who you’re making a gift for, their favorite tropes, and their dislikes/squicks- PLEASE MIND THEIR DISLIKES/SQUICKS. It will not be fun to get a triggering gift on Christmas. You don’t necessarily have to adhere to their favorite tropes, but keep them in mind as you write/draw/whatever.

• The deadline for gifts is at midnight Mountain Time on Christmas Eve. PLEASE HAVE YOUR GIFTS SENT IN BY THEN.

• Since part of the fun is going to be guessing who made each gift, please don’t post your gifts publicly! I’ll provide an email for you to send them to, and I’ll post them on this blog- the gift in your inbox will be the link to your present! (After the event is over and you’ve been guessed/revealed yourself, feel free to post your creation- gift blogs, you can absolutely reblog your gift once you’ve gotten it!)

• I’m gonna say that since this is a Christmas event, gifts must be SFW.

• I’m also gonna say that since this is my first go-round hosting an event, we’re gonna keep it to OC whumpees only for this year. It could get tricky if someone gets asked to write a fanfiction for a fandom they know nothing about, so for this year, OCs only.

• Minimum word count for writers is 500. You can go over as far as you want- I’m sure people would love to get a Lord Of The Rings-length epic in their inbox- but please have at least 500 words for your gift. I don’t know enough about art to put anything specific down for artists, but if you participate please make sure to put a little effort into your gift! (A meme you spent two minutes photoshopping, for example, does not count as a gift. Drawings, doodles, moodboards, comics- all acceptable.)

• For the first…hmm…fifty people to sign up, I will try to match you with a blog who shares your interests (that’s twenty-five pairs.) After that, it’ll be randomly assigned, just so I don’t get overwhelmed.

• Clearing up a few things: your gift is supposed to be a thing you make, be it art or writing or whatever, using your gift blog’s OCs. You’re basically gifting them fanfiction/fanart, and receiving fanfiction/fanart in return. Also, the blog you gift to will not be the same blog you receive a gift from. That way we keep the mystery bit.

• One more thing: I’ve gotten a couple asks and messages now from whump blogs who don’t use OCs. I’m not trying to exclude you guys. If I repeat this event next year I’ll make sure to come up with a way for y’all to join in. This year, though, I just can’t make that work- I have a lot going on, and I think keeping it to OCs only for this year will help me not get overloaded- the last thing I want is to have five hundred or more blogs sign up, get overwhelmed, and shut the whole thing down because I can’t handle that much this year. That being said, I have no problem if someone wants to set up a version of this for fandom whump creators this year. Y’all deserve Christmas fun too, and I’m sorry that I can’t be the one making that happen this Christmas. Next year if I repeat this, I’ll fix it so that it’s all one big event!

• Use this Google form to sign up!

Merry Christmas and happy whumping!

#saint whumpolas #whumpy secret santa #whump #whump community #whump event

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dragkbluire · 3 years ago

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Profile Intro

"Nopa nemilistli eli tlateuilistli mikilistli eli tlaseuilistli" ("Life is war death is peace") "We will fight forever and forever we will love" "Memento mori" ("Remember that you will die") "Pain is love endearing, after all" Those are my lemas.

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DISCLAIMERS (PLEASE READ):

DON'T USE MY WORKS FOR AI LEARNING OR MERCH I HAVE NOT APPROVED.

WARNING: SOME DRAWINGS OR STORIES MAY HAVE BLOOD OR VIOLENCE.

I'M A FAN OF HORROR AND WHUMP ART.

Not a minor (_>18) but besides some blood I WON'T post smut or something like that.

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About my art:

You can use/repost/edit my work but don't erase the watermark or claim them as your own. Give credits and tag me.

Memes don't have watermark because memes are from the community to the community.

For other artists: You can use my sketches to practice colours or my drawings to study but if you do it and post it YOU ARE OBLIGED TO TAG ME. I want to see. And no tracing, please. But you can take a sketch and do the lineart and/or colouring (obviously you have to tag me).

#my art

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About Me:

You can call me Bloomy or Zelik.

I'm a Mexican self-taught artist and I like drawings and telling stories.

My mother tongue is NOT english so I may commit mistakes.

INFJ/5w4/ Sanguine - Choleric

Pronouns are: He/Him (Sometimes They/Them but He/Him is always great) (Boyflux/Demiboy/Libramasculine).

Avoid calling me some kind of Fem! nicknames or adjectives. Masc and GN nicknames and adjectives are great.

I'm in uni studying an engineering. You can imagine how much free time I have. :7

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Incredible people (Go check their blogs!!):

-My very dearly sister that adopted me: @writerwithbrainrot #the ancient writer the wizard

-Ragnarok, who I genuinely think it's a spirit analysing us like if we were actors in a play: @elgatt0 #ragnarok the coolest gatto

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Fandoms I'm in:

Mainly: TLoZ (and LU)

Other fandoms: JJBA / DMC / FNAF / Nintendo / Undertale - Deltarune / Assassin's Creed / COF / Perfectos Desconocidos and many others.

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REQUESTS:

Requests are always open but the wait depends on how busy I am or how much inspiration I have.

Requests rules:

THIS APPLIES FOR BOTH SKETCHES AND FICS.

You can ask for anything but nothing too complicated and I won't do anything for fandoms I'm not in.

If you're not sure if I'm in a fandom I didn't include on my list, please ask.

All drawings are going to be sketches and the fics will be short BUT if your idea is so good I will make a complete drawing or a long fic.

Obviously nothing offensive for me or others.

Nothing smut/ ecchi/ +18 or suggestive.

Horror / gore are ok.

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EXTRA:

Tried to have a schedule ... Failed completely so I will post whenever I want (and can).

Also I work slowly so be patient with me, I'm trying my best.

I encourage you to talk to me. You have an idea? Tell me about it. You want to tag me on a drawing/fic? Oh, please do it.

All tags/asks are welcome.

If you DM please include the subject about what you want to talk about, specially if you are not following me / you have an empty blog or a blog without loz/lu. I may think you're a bot or you want to make spam.

I like to interact with people but I'm also very shy. Be patient with me.

Expect a LOT of reblogs from other incredible artists!!!

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atlantis-scribe · 3 years ago

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Okay I really do love Atlantis, but the amount that some people woobify Rodney actually drives me crazy. And I actually love Rodney as a character but like my boy's an asshole sometimes!! like he's not a perpetual victim, let him be wrong about stuff and grow and improve as a person!! (also the recurring theme of having random women in his life be abusive for... no textual reason?? is a little sus) like I'm getting to the point where I can hardly (1/2)

(2/2) enjoy hurt/comfort with Rodney bc I'm so wary of this... which just makes me sad 😭 Really sorry for ranting in your inbox you are my fave Atlantis blog and I like your take on Rondey

hello there!

please don’t apologize for ranting. my inbox is always open to rants. they’re encouraged, even! (long as I get to rant back lol)

and my oh my is this one of the topics that also get me going, particularly because 1) Rodney is also my favorite character, 2) I, too, see this woobification tendency, and 3) it’s complicated af & touches on several running themes not just in Stargate but in almost all fandoms.

• the Rodney Woobification is ancient practice. the SGA (specifically McShep) fan community has been around for a while now, and the Stargate fandom as a whole is even the birthplace of many established tropes that people still use to this day (Daniel Whump, anyone?). I understand the appeal. hell, I love angst and hurt & comfort for reasons almost exactly the same as other people who woobify characters love to do their thing. I don’t always comment on it (I don’t wanna be That Dick raining on other people’s parades) because it’s a slippery slope that so often leads to outright gatekeeping. there’s really just a fine line between being critical of fic characterization — being ‘true’ to the source material — and having fun with fannish works (specifically, using art as an outlet to do the most bizarre things polite society would ostracize you for)

• that being said, I am also not a big fan of woobie!Rodney. there’s a reason why I had such a visceral reaction to the Post-Trinity Phenomenon & the Lemon Chicken trope.

you have to understand, I came into the fandom a little over two years ago. about a decade too late, really. all the stories have been written, the takes taken, and the discourse over & done with. it’s pretty lonely, but the fun is in trying to sift thru what the OG fans left behind. so to stumble upon such a treasure trove of fics with the same running theme and have such a fierce ‘Nope!’ reaction was pretty memorable. I love Trinity because the Rodney in that episode was allowed to be his most obnoxious, his most arrogant, his most unlikable, but still remain layered & nuanced & complex, and that’s pretty damn good writing there. I saw the ‘asshole’ label when I bought it, after all. I certainly don’t want it erased or buried under a rug. I want it explored.

• canon writing is a-whole-nother problem altogether. it’s hard to justify exactly what makes Rodney (& Sheppard & Weir & everyone else) genuine or true to form, because — let’s be honest — SGA is not a prime example of stellar TV writing and/or storytelling. it’s addictive as all hell, but it’s severely flawed, and that includes how it handled consistency in characterization. this brings us back to the dangers of gatekeeping and yelling at other people for how they write (however beloved) ‘public domain’ fictional characters.

• what I want to advocate now in terms of woobie!Rodney is for other fans to maybe examine why they like Rodney. is it because we are all just weak for white, asshole geniuses who are shippable with other white (often same gender, often male) assholes? if that’s the case, and you want to continue making your content, go ahead. it’s frankly a pretty boring reason, but we’re all boring nerds here. some more than others. just, you know, tag properly & don’t be rude to other fans who may have different reasons.

me? I love Rodney because yes, he’s a white asshole genius (that archetype is like crack for real) but portrayed so wonderfully by a very talented actor that it left me with a nuanced character whose gaps I can fill with attributes I want to analyze as a lifelong fan of the human condition who occasionally writes fics for popular media. woobifying him would be a disservice to how I see him & the things I love about him, which would then render me unable to enjoy the Rodney I ‘stan’. that would defeat the entire purpose of why I engage with the fandom, because at the end of the day, I’m here to have fun.

• so no matter how much I (and you as well, I suspect, my dear anon) would want to police this practice, it just isn’t our place. the best (and the right) thing for us to do is curate our fandom experience and create the content we actually want to consume. who knows, we may just convince / inspire enough people so there’d be more of the same kind of things we enjoy out there :)

- kit

#stargate atlantis #rodney mckay #meta #ask #kit things

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nonbinarykai · 4 years ago

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:Welcome to my Blog!:

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:what’s the purpose of this blog?:

This side blog was made in an attempt to create a platform where I can freely infodump about Kai without the rules and restrictions I place on myself. It’s also used in an attempt to try to get the fandom to appreciate one of my most favorite characters in the show. With the idea of that someone out there will always be able to see my posts

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:who am I?:

This blog is a side blog, I am not yet comfortable sharing my main as I want to try to get used to being able to freely express my ideas without the burden of self impose rules, but here’s some basic info about who I am!

- Non-binary, she/they

- Asexual lesbian

- minor

- adhd and dyslexia

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:DNI:

Do not interact, people who breach this will be blocked

- Gr//nfl/me or any Lloyd x ninja shippers

- Gr//nStorm shippers

- any morro x ninja shippers

- terfs, exclusionists, truscums, maps/no-maps/p*dophiles

- prosh/ppers or anti-anti’s

- any “whump” accounts

- mocking or insulting a character who has dyslexia because of there dyslexia

- 18+ nsfw accounts

- any pro-life accounts

- Christians

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:Blog preferences:

Things I won’t block you for but would prefer you not do on my blog

- As much as I talk about sad or depressing topics that revolve around Kai, I much appreciate it if you don’t tag or respond to any of my content with “Angst >:)” or “Time to torture Kai” or any of that stuff, even if it revolves around other characters. I’m not very comfortable with the way these topics that I try to handle seriously are treated in a way that makes it seem like fun or cute. I am not against angst I just do not wish people refer to my content as angst in that way.

- try not to share any “whump” content with me, as I am heavily uncomfortable of that side of the community and would much prefer to stay out of it. Angst fics are fine though.

- please don’t make fun of my spelling, I have dyslexia and usually don’t bother to double check my spelling, so when people point it out it makes me feel embarrassed

- if you get inspired by a au or fan season concept of mine please ask permission before you can create your own version. Headcanons/interpretations you don’t need to ask for. Also If your au is obviously completely unique from the original idea you don’t need to ask.

- don’t send asks about cis Kai, he doesn’t exist, he’s not real

- don’t reblog any of my lgbt focused posts with “am I the only one who headcanons the ninja as cishet” or Anything along those lines. It’s incredibly rude and annoying and your not going to get a nice response.

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simana-x · 4 years ago

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Oh yeah, and this is the information page for the BTHB if you’re interested in taking part!

BTHB About Page

Guidelines + Rules

(home ask)

What is this? — Getting Started — How It Works — The Rules — FAQ —

What is this?

This is your motivation to write that fic. Always fun to take prompts when they’re in the form of games you remember from elementary school birthday parties.

You may have seen some bingo cards floating around in the fanfic community. People make a card featuring 24 prompts, and other people will submit a request for one of these prompts to be filled, as well as choosing which character(s) will prominently feature, and occasionally other details as well, depending on the cardholder’s preference. The cardholder then writes the fic and marks it off on the card.

Sounds fun, right? Right.

We all know that some of us are here to get DARK. So, why not make a bingo game focusing on Bad Things?

At this page you will find a list of tropes and scenarios. Currently, there are over four hundred listed. Most are whump-focused, some are more angst, and a few are centered around the ‘comfort’ part of hurt/comfort. Some are fairly general, some are very specific. Some are fairly lighthearted, and some take you right into the heart of Sadism Land.

These are the fics we’ll be writing.

Getting Started

Once you’ve finished reading the rules and FAQ, click on the ‘request a card’ link on the home page or here. This will take you to an application. Let us know the tumblr url you want us to send the card to, and if you want, what fandoms you intend to write for.

Next, you pick your tropes. We’ve got a lot of them, and of course, not everyone would be interested in writing for all of them. Some tropes may not work in the setting you want to write for, some may be difficult to get inspiration for, some may be too dark for you or not dark enough. Go ahead and check off the box next to every trope that you ARE okay with having on your card. You must choose at least 25, so every space on the card has a prompt. (There is no free space; freedom is an illusion.)

There will be a couple of additional questions at the end of the application, then, just submit! Make sure you have your submission box open on your tumblr, with the option to submit a photo, so that we can send you your bingo card. If your submission box is not open, you will not receive a card.

How It Works

When you receive your bingo card, you can start writing! You can write at your own pace and in your own time frame. Go ahead and post your bingo card if you’re making the fics available to your followers, and don’t forget to keep track of which spaces you’ve completed! Doesn’t have to be anything fancy; you can use anything from Photoshop to MS Paint to a text post with strikethroughs to track your progress.

For fic bingos, many people like to take prompts from their followers. Someone will send an ask requesting one of the tropes from your card and a character(s) for the fic to focus on. If you’d like, you can also let your followers prompt other details such as which character you want to have hurt and which one should be the comforter, whether it should be romantic or platonic, an AU to set it in, anything at all. Sky’s the limit. However, prompts are not required; you can select which combinations of tropes and characters you want to write and in what order you want to write them on your own.

Once you’ve written a fic, post it! If in your application you gave us permission to reblog your work, we’ll put it right here on this blog to share with other players and readers. Be sure to tag it with #badthingshappenbingo, or @ us in the post, to ensure we see it. Additionally, please tag the trope featured in the fic, and the fandom you wrote it for.

If you cross-post the fic on AO3, we have a badthingshappenbingo collection, which you can find here! Feel free to add your fic to the collection!

Once you’ve completed five squares in a row horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, you will be added to the Hall of Fame! But don’t feel like you have to stop once you’ve gotten a Bingo; the Hall of Fame will also give special prominence to those of you who get a Blackout - that is, completing every space on your card!

Rules

~ You must have your submissions open in order to receive a card.

~ Although you may request a new Bingo card, you can only have one card in play at a time. We urge you to try to complete your current card before getting a new one if you can.

~ Fics can be NSFW, but they MUST be tagged as such, and all NSFW content MUST be placed under a Read More.

~ There is no word minimum. There is no word maximum.

~ You are allowed to cross-post works you wrote for this event on other platforms, such as AO3, FFN, etc., but we’d like you to also either post the fic on tumblr, or post a link to it, so we can find it.

~ Your entry must be completed before you can mark off its space on your bingo card. The exception is if you are writing a multi-chapter fic, but the chapter featuring the prompt must still be completed.

~ Your entry must be newly written for the bingo, not retroactively tagged or added on to a pre-existing fic.

~ Please indicate somewhere on the post or in the tags which fandom your fic was written for.

~ Feel free to message the blog if we missed reblogging a post you created for this event.

~ Only one prompt per post counts. You can include multiple tropes in a story/chapter, but you can only officially tag/mark off the square for one of them.

~ We love drama in our fics, not on our dash. If a fic is written for a work or a ship that you don’t like, don’t read it. That’s all there is to it. ~ RPF (Real Person Fic) content is not allowed.

~ Although the official Bingo game is a writing-only challenge, you can also participate in this event as an artist. Find the details in this post here!

FAQ

Q: How long does this event last?

A: Forever and ever, I guess. There is no time limit for completing your fics.

Q: How long does it take to receive a card after applying for one?

A: Anywhere from several hours to one week. It depends entirely on how busy the mods are, how frequently applications are coming in, and how long the waiting list is. All of these factors fluctuate wildly from day to day.

Q: Which fandoms can we write for?

A: You can write for any fandom you’d like. This even includes original work, which we like to view as one-person fandoms. The only exception is that we do not allow RPF (real person fic) content. Let’s stick to hurting FICTIONAL people.

Q: I sent in an application, but did not receive a card. Why is that?

A: Most likely, it’s because your submissions were closed. If, however, your submissions are open and you still did not receive a card, it’s probably because either the Google Docs form did not go through, or tumblr ate the submission. Message us off of anon and we’ll get it sorted out.

Q: Can we submit completed fics for this bingo that are also written for other bingos or writing events?

A: As long as the other event also allows it, yes, that’s perfectly fine.

Q: Can we collaborate on fics?

A: When you apply for a card, the username or usernames on the application should always be the author of all prompt fills. If you apply for a card for yourself and another user to share, all works for the card must be a collaboration between the two of you. If you apply for a card for a single user, all works for the card should be written by that single user.

Q: I posted a filled prompt and you didn’t reblog it. Why is that?

A: We aim to reblog all filled prompts. However, due to tumblr being tumblr, occasionally we will miss a filled prompt due to the post not showing up in the tag and/or an @ not making it onto our activity feed. So if you have posted a filled prompt and it has been 48 hours or more without us reblogging, that means we didn’t see it, so you can go ahead and submit or direct message the link to us and we’ll get to it as soon as possible.

Q: Can you add [trope] to the trope list?

A: Probably. As long as it is succinct enough to fit in a space on the bingo card. We would love for the masterlist to be continually expanding. We also want to ensure that all aspects of this event are inclusive to gen writers and to aromantic-asexual characters, due to the fact that they’re so often overlooked or left out of fandom events and activities, so no prompts that inherently require the protagonist/whumpee to be alloromantic and/or allosexual (Unrequited Pining, Cheated On, Left at the Altar, etc.) will ever be included in the masterlist.

Q: Can we make our own cards, or do we have to get them from you?

A: In order to keep track of who’s participating, we ask that you specifically request a card from us. The mods are active, and should be prompt in getting you your card. If you’d like to make your own, feel free - we don’t own these tropes. However, if you make your own, don’t tag the completed fic as #badthingshappenbingo. Only cards made and distributed by us are included in the event proper.

Q: Do we have to post the fics we write for this event?

A: It’s not required. You can request a card for personal/private use if you’d like.

Q: Are there any prizes?

A: Bragging rights, a spot in the Hall of Fame, a sense of accomplishment, and a boost to your grand total fanfic word count. That’s all the reward you need, right?

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no-whump-on-main · 4 years ago

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My Experiences and Safety Concerns on the Whumper Gathering and Niji Discord Servers

A content warning for this post: I am discussing a real case involving sexualization of a minor and predatory behavior by an adult. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to these issues. I remain as vague as I can be throughout the post while still accurately describing what happened and capturing the gravity of the situation.

I want to start this out by saying I hate cancel culture. I hate it, I hate witch hunts, I hate call out posts, I hate bitching about people on the internet for no good reason.

But I draw the line when there is a reason. I draw the line where other people, especially minors, are legitimately at risk.

There have been many posts on the topic of the Whumper Gathering server. Two that explain the situation well are this one and this one. I won’t pick the server itself apart piece by piece here, as I only intend on sharing my own experience there and why I am so concerned for everyone still in the server, and for those who interact with its’ owner, Yume.

I first joined the Whumper Gathering server in November of 2019. Back then, it was a welcoming place, serving as a hub of roleplay and character discussion. There were a few bumps along the road, but they were routine server issues that Yume handled delicately. Everything was fine. I made close friends there.

The issues involving me began around the end of January. Yume approached me on the 31st asking if I’d like to be a moderator of the server. I accepted quickly, overjoyed to be a bigger part of the community that I loved so much.

Unfortunately, that conversation was when everything started to go downhill. The first instance where I felt incredibly unnerved by Yume’s behavior toward me was when she asked this incredibly off-handed question right after I agreed to be a moderator:

I am a minor. At the time that this conversation occurred, I was thirteen. Yume was completely aware of this, she knew it from my introduction in the server, yet she still somehow considered it appropriate to ask me a question with romantic implications.

I was extremely confused and taken aback in the moment. I just laughed it off because I didn’t know what else to do.

Yume’s conduct toward me did not stop or change after that. If anything, it worsened. After I made one joke in the server implying that I wanted to go to college to be a trophy wife, she gripped onto the name for months, and called me HER trophy wife hundreds of times despite the original joke having nothing to do with her. I was too afraid to call her out on how inappropriate it was for her to talk to me like that when she was an adult and I was, by every definition, a child. I tried to drop hints that I was uncomfortable, and while it isn’t her fault for not being able to read between my lines, even when I did finally gain the courage to flat out say I was uncomfortable, she completely brushed me off. A few examples of this behavior are below, the last being her excusing her behavior after I finally told her I didn’t want to be called her trophy wife. *Please note that the names and profile pictures of others involved in the conversations have been crossed out, because they did not consent to being involved with this post in any way, and did not do anything wrong.

These are just a FEW examples. Again, I don’t want this to be a witch hunt, so I am only providing necessary examples and not leaving unnecessary screenshots to gawk at. Also, there is a 10 image limit per post and I’m trying to fit everything.

More rather disturbing screenshots that go further than the “trophy wife” deal:

The first: Completely unpromtedly implying/saying that she wanted to cuddle with me, at the time a 13 year old. I just wanted to talk about bringing my blanket to school.

The second: Calling me the “titty police” and going on to talk about me in relation to breasts further.

This is just what happened in public chats.

One of the scariest instances of her conduct toward me happened in a moderator chat. I do not have any screenshot evidence for this, because Yume deleted the entire moderator chat after people began to call her out for her behaviors, but I do have the word of the other former moderators who witnessed this happen.

Soon after I was appointed as a moderator, we had a situation with a user making inappropriate sexual comments/requests in our roleplay channels. This person by all means could’ve been considered a predator. Yume quickly decided that this person needed to be addressed. There were 3 adult moderators at the time, as well as myself and another minor moderator. We all banded together to figure out a message to send to this person as an immediate warning to stop their behaviors.

Everything went well until it came to who had to send the message. By now, only Yume and Kekune, Yume’s best friend, were online, along with myself. Yume immediately said that her anxiety was too bad to send it, and said it wasn’t a possibility. Kekune also counted herself out on the grounds of simply not wanting to. That left me, a minor, to go privately DM an adult who was breaking rules in an NSFW manner. I was clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but was pressured into it by both Yume and Kekune and guilted about Yume’s anxiety until I gave in.

Later into my time as a staff member, when I was a promoted to a co-admin, Yume refused to turn off the “administrator” permission for my role. This meant that I could see all of the server’s NSFW channels. I immediately muted and collapsed them, and told her that I was uncomfortable even being able to view them, but she refused to change the permission for weeks because she preferred to just click administrator and it was anxiety inducing for her to do the permissions individually.

Yume has also engaged in multiple explicit NSFW roleplays in main roleplay chats and refused to move them to a section where minors could not view them, but I will not elaborate because though I was there and witnessed it, it was not a personal matter to me.

After I finally left the server in July, Yume proceeded to gossip about me privately with other adults and spread misinformation to the members in her server. I have had multiple adult acquaintances tell me they had to shut Yume down from ranting about me to them on many occasions, and rationally, I can assume there’s many more people Yume talked to about me who did not tell me. Below is a screenshot of Yume spreading blatant misinformation about me in the main chat of Whumper Gathering, saying I sent her hate anons when I could not have possibly done so, since she blocked me.

Again, I want to reiterate this is the surface level of things. There have been many, many more instances of Yume behaving inappropriately toward me or speaking about me in an inappropriate way.

What makes this worse is Yume and some members of her new staff team’s responses.

Yume adamantly denies any wrongdoing and mongers people around her to agree with her by guilting them with her anxiety, triggers, and sex repulsion. She repeatedly tries to use her asexuality to excuse her actions, or to say that she couldn’t possibly be a predator because of her trauma. She denies every aspect of this situation and blames me.

She blatantly lies about stopping calling me her trophy wife, as the nickname usage did not stop until I left the server and had no further contact with her. She also completely makes up me implying all asexual people are predators. That never happened. She calls my statements contradictory and tries to explain away her actions, taking no personal responsibility for the situation. She tries to use her sex repulsion as an excuse, and does not own up to being at fault for any part of the situation.

This is just one of her many, many “apologies”/public statements.

I rejoined both Whumper Gathering and Niji in July with the intention of shedding light on how dangerous of a person Yume was. Niji was originally an RWBY fandom project, but quickly devolved into Yume’s side server and personal venting space.

I was met with the support of many members, both in Niji and Whumper Gathering, but Yume’s new mod team (not any of the mods I worked with, there was a mass walk out shortly before I rejoined; this is a newly hired set) had some particularly disgusting responses to me. I was attacked, called a liar, and demeaned, particularly by Kekune. Kekune, who is also an adult, said extremely nasty things to me and completely defended Yume and her actions while also flat out attacking me. She blamed me for everything in relation to Yume while trying to garner support from other server members.

As you can see, Kekune not only excuses Yume’s behavior, but lies about the facts of the situation, and blames me, the literal child in the situation, for every aspect and states that I should‘ve prevented myself from being sexualized by an adult. “She didn’t mean it like that” is just one of many excuses made during this conversation.

This entire situation has been extremely emotionally and physically exhausting for me. I’ve put off making this post out of fear of backlash, but at this point, I am more concerned about general and minor safety of the whump community than about whatever hate I may receive. There are many, many other horrible behaviors and things Yume has done in the WG and Niji servers; these are just my own personal experiences, as I think the posts I linked above do plenty of explaining, and I don’t need to beat a dead horse.

My message and point with sharing this is simple. Do Not Interact, particularly if you are a minor. If you are still in WG or Niji, leave. Yume is a dangerous individual, as are many of her mods.

Yume has over a hundred side blogs. The ones I know she uses most are @/whump-dream and @/midian-alexandra. I urge EVERYONE, particularly minors, not to interact with her or either of her servers. It is not safe. You could end up gaslit, manipulated, and/or verbally abused. It’s not worth being there for entertainment or to “watch the drama.”

All of the above words are mine and mine only. No one else edited this, or even saw it before I posted it publicly. You are welcome to reblog for signal boost if you’d like, but I ask that you please do not add any comments and message me privately with any concerns, because I do not want this to turn into a witch hunt or a flame war against Yume or her staff, and again, this post is 100% from me. Please be safe, friends. The whump community is meant to be safe and welcoming and individuals like this prevent that from being the case.

-Sara (nowhumponmain)

#whump #whump community #whumper gathering #whumper gathering server #psa

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darlingsdontdie · 5 years ago

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New Yandere, Whump, and Dark Shipping Blog: Requests FAQ

Hey! So before I start writing and creating, I thought I'd get some common questions answered and out of the way! If you are concerned about your request or are unsure of its content, please first check this post before directly messaging me.

Request Content

Q: What kinds of requests do you fill?

A: I will fill almost any type of request! But here are some specific options with set structures and examples.

Headcanon Requests (bulleted, length depending on ask, ex: "Can I get headcanons for Requested Character with a short girlfriend?")

Scenario Requests (bulleted, LDOA, ex: "Can I get a scenario for if Requested Ship were getting married?")

Drabble Requests (prose, LDOA, ex: "Can I request a drabble about RC being worried when their darling is sick?")

Playlist Requests (list of songs, 1-5 song limit, ex: "Do you have 4 songs for a jealous RC?")

Graphic Requests (edit style, 1-4 images, ex: "Could you make a graphic for yandere RC with this item or quote?")

Aesthetic Requests (moodboard style, image with 6-9 sections, ex: "Can I get an aesthetic for dark!RS?")

Prompt Requests (list of brainstormed dialogue and short sentences, LDOA, ex: "Do you have dialogue prompts for RC kidnapping their darling?")

Plot Bunny Requests (short prose paragraphs or bulleted, LDOA, ex: "I want to write about yandere RC surprising their darling but don't know how or why. Are there are any plot bunnies you can give me?").

New! RP Idea Requests (selection of 1-4 short rp-style bios/plots/starters, LDOA, ex: "Do you have any yandere rp ideas for Requested Fandom ocs?")

New! Fancast Requests (moodboard or edit style, 2-9 images per RC/RS, ex: "Who would you cast as yandere RC(s)?")

New! Faceclaim Recommendation Requests (bulleted list of names with short explanations or reasons, LDOA, ex: "My yandere OC is tall, has dark hair, and soft features. He acts friendly but is the violent type. Can I have a few fcs?")

Requests that don't specify will be answered with a bulleted list or possibly a short paragraph. There may be times I'm willing to fill some requests but not others due to time constraints, but that doesn't mean I won't ever fill them!

Fandom requests involving AUs and crossovers are welcome (ex: "Headcanons of how yandere Naruto in a wild west AU?" or "Headcanons about what would happen if yandere Ten and yandere Crowley fell for the same person?"), as are original requests based on existing media (ex: "Can I get headcanons about a popular girl type who has a Breakfast Club experience and ends up going yandere for the criminal?" or "Can you write a drabble about a yandere whose story is like this music video?").

Q: What characters do you write for?

A: I'll write for any character that I am familiar with, with a few exceptions for characters I'm aware of but uncomfortable with. To get started, here's a list of fandoms that I have a solid handle on!

Anime (Naruto, Ouran High School Host Club, Death Note, Hetalia, etc.)

Western Animation (Archer, Castlevania, She-Ra: Princesses of Power, etc.)

DC and Marvel Comics

Star Wars (no New Trilogy - Originals, Prequels, Clone Wars, & Legends only)

Other Major Film Franchises (Pirates of the Caribbean, the MCU, James Bond, etc.)

Harry Potter and related properties

Percy Jackson and related properties

Hunger Games and related properties

Twilight and related properties

A Song of Ice and Fire (willing to try TV canon but much more familiar with Book canon)

Crime Dramas (Barry, Good Girls, Hannibal, Mr. Robot, Revenge, etc.)

Historical Drama (Vikings, The Tudors, Les Miserables, The Borgias, Downton Abbey, Peaky Blinders, Taboo, etc.)

Science Fiction and Fantasy TV/Lit (Star Trek TOS/AOS; Doctor Who, New Who only; Merlin; Good Omens; Lucifer; Galavant, etc.)

Horror-Thriller TV/Lit (American Horror Story, The Haunting of Hill House, Hemlock Grove, Alias Grace, etc.)

Sitcoms (familiar with Friends, all the Michael Schur products, Community, That 70s Show, Jane the Virgin, Schitt's Creek, Superstore, IASIP, and others)

Teen Dramas (Teen Wolf, Pretty Little Liars, Freaks and Geeks, Glee, etc., but no Riverdale)

Chinese and Korean Dramas (A Korean Odyssey/Hwayugi, Meteor Gardens, A Love So Beautiful, What's Wrong With Secretary Kim, Romance Is a Bonus Book, My First First Love, Black, etc.)

Video Games (Assasain's Creed, Portal 2, Fire Emblem, AFK Arena, Professor Layton, etc.)

Something that's not here can still be requested - I'm familiar with a lot of media and do my best to keep up.

As I implied above, I am also happy to write for original characters. Whether that means you telling me about your own OCs, or me creating my own characters for you down the line, either is great.

I will NOT be writing RPF or RPS. I do not approve of real person shipping and real person fiction makes me uncomfortable - if that's what you're looking for, there are a huge number of other blogs that will cater to your needs directly. Which leads me into...

Prohibited Requests, and Non-Yandere Content

Q: Will you fill every request you get?

A: I'll fill requests that interest me and that I feel comfortable posting, and that will probably be most of them! I am really excited to get started. But I still reserve the right to refuse a prompt - I'm writing for free, so no one is entitled to have their ask filled. If I choose to deny your prompt, I will answer privately and, if the issue is with content, update the blog so it's made clear that the type of prompt is not taken.

Q: What is and isn't allowed to be requested?

A: To be honest, most stuff is allowed and some stuff isn't. There's a lot of ground to cover here, so I've divided it based on the nature of the concern.

Q: Do you accept NSFW/SFW requests?

A: I'll do NS and SFW work, but I've got more experience with SFW content. This doesn't mean I do it exclusively, just that I won't think to go NS unless you mention it. Specify for NS and it'll be included happily!

Q: Do you accept violent requests?

Violence against non-SO characters and dub-con is okay always, as is situational or over-the-top violence, even murder, involving SOs (ex: "the yandere and their darling are soldiers on opposite sides of the war" or "the yandere saws off their darling's legs so they have to carry them everywhere").

However, there is some tricky area with violent fantasies. If I think the content strays too close to serious physical domestic abuse, then I'll likely deny the request. This is partially why I prefer requests that get violent to focus on non-SO targets, so if it doesn't matter to you, that's almost guaranteed to get a response.

Non-con I can mention and discuss in headcanon posts and possibly prompt lists, but I will not be writing drabbles or scenarios for non-con prompts.

Q: Do you accept kink requests?

A: It will depend on the type and whether I feel morally and psychologically comfortable with it. For example, hypnosis, size kink, gender stuffing, BDSM, roleplay, etc., are all currently accepted because they don't seem to affect me in a negative way. I am willing to do ships for cousins and step family, as well. However, I will not under any circumstances deal with r*ceplay, p*dophilia, fetishizing of trans people or people of color, or inc*stplay, and I will not be doing ship work for anyone more closely related than cousins, including but not limited to siblings, parents (blood or adopted), or aunts and uncles. None of this is negotiable. I am willing to consider AUs where two characters aren't family, or non romantic yandere behavior between family, but even then, the request's on thin ice. Anything super unhygienic or illness related is probably something I won't be interested in not as a rule or for moral reasons but just because it can exacerbate my anxiety and OCD. I also do not fill prompts related to minors at all, be it explicit/adult/sexual content or otherwise. Requests for characters who are minors will have them aged up unless otherwise specified - in which case you will promptly be blocked.

Q: Can I request a dark imagine that is not yandere related?

A: Of course! Just make sure to be specific about what you want from it.

Q: Can I request a ship or character imagine that isn't yandere or dark?

A: Yes, though I won't promise it'll be what you're looking for. I fall towards horror, thriller, and angst when I write, regardless of my intentions.

Q: Can I request something that's not ship or character imagine related?

A: Sure, I'd be honored, but again, I don't promise to fulfill every request. This blog is intended to be stress relief, self indulgence.

How to Make a Request

Q: How do I contact you for requests?

A: Asks, messages, replies on my original posts, and even more casual things like tagging me in yandere or writing related posts are all great ways to interact with me!

Q: When do you accept requests?

A: Requests will be opened or closed depending on how busy I am and whether I'm caught up on them.

Currently, requests are closed. However, I've decided that requests are reopened on my days off. The days should be listed in my bio.

Q: Do you accept anonymous requests?

A: Yes, I do! I also will not publish asks from users unless the user specifically clarifies that they are okay with it, just in case the user sent the ask from their blog on accident. User asks that aren't specified as safe to publish will be responded to privately when the request is filled.

Q: How will I know my request is filled?

A: As stated above, anonymous asks and user asks clarified as safe to publish will be published with a response. User asks without any clarification will be responded to privately. Anonymous asks asking for privacy for any reason will not be published. Messages will also get a reply. Users who send requests that are kept private will not be tagged unless you ask me to. Users with published asks will always be tagged in the final post, but it is totally okay to ask me to change or erase the tag! Other than this, checking for posts is up to the requester.

Other Kinds of Interaction

Q: Is there anyone who you don't want interacting with your blog?

A: Anyone complicit in nazism, racism, transphobia, homophobia, misogyny, xenophobia, pedophilia/MAPs, or any other politicized violence against a people is uneqivocally not welcome to engage with my work. I also have a zero tolerance policy for true crime fans who support or absolve serial killers. Please respect this - anyone who doesn't will be blocked. Anyone who pushes the issue will be reported.

Q: What about kink or otherkin blogs?

A: Honestly, I don't know much about either community. As of now, I'm fine with interaction. I'd ask that I not receive any kin related requests, because I am not familiar with the concept, community, and issues accompanying. Kinks can be requested but as stated above, are not guaranteed to be filled. Please don't bring discourse or discourse related requests here. I am not equipped to or interested in getting involved. If that changes, I have a main and other side blogs. This blog will never be a place for it.

Q: Are you okay if we interact with you or send you asks and messages that aren't requests?

A: Absolutely! I would love to talk with you. I am always interested in discussing any of the topics covered on this blog, or anything else for that matter! I pride myself on trying to be not just nice, but kind, and hopefully that comes through in every interaction. However, I'll expect the same courtesy from anyone who'd reach out to me, or use my posts to communicate to others for that matter. Anyone who doesn't will be, you guessed it, blocked. Anyone who pursues it further, yeah, will be reported.

Q: You have a lot of rules about requests and interaction, but you don't seem to post much and you aren't very active. Is this all just awkward and formal overkill, or is there a point?

A: I've explained all of this clearly, in as an accessible way as I can think of, because I want to eliminate the potential for drama, confusion, and other misunderstandings.

Online communities tend to be chock-full of plenty and I do not, nor does anyone who visits, need another reason to be tired. I'm not detailing all of this upfront because I expect to be very popular, or because I like listening to myself talk for paragraphs on end. I don't want a theoretical lack of information to be used to hurt either myself or others, though some of it shouldn't have to be spelled out in the first place.

But considering how ridiculously easy it is to misinterpret each other online, and how much of a disadvantage neuroatypical people like myself are when things are left just implicit rather than made what you could argue as exhaustingly explicit, I figured a crazy FAQ was a small price to pay for a peaceful environment.

TLDR: it certainly might be overkill, but that doesn't mean there is no point to it.

Q: What should requesters and followers call you anyways?

A: I'm fine with my username. If you're going for a different vibe, Red or Darlings sounds nice too. If you can come up with something catchier, feel free to try!

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On that note, I also may be slow going when it comes to requests. All I can do is promise to put a lot of thought into my replies, even though speed is not guaranteed. Any other questions can be asked directly, and I would be more than happy to answer them!

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #naruto imagines #mcu imagines #male yandere #yandere suggestions #yandere aesthetic #darlingsdontdie's content #darlingsdontdie's FAQ

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