Posts made by tiny-ivy

@BigJacinto watched but instantly deleted from my history. I don’t need TikTok to know I’m horny, ever, I have a squeaky clean profile on there about my other interests

@Nyx yeah whenever I use a celebrity in a fantasy or story, it’s a character BASED ON that celeb.

It would feel confusing to actually put the celeb in there. Leave them alone, they just want to be an actor / musician / TV star , whatever.

But this new character? Who looks and talks just like the TV persona of a celeb - but with a different name and a different background that somehow resulted in them turning into a giant? And a specific personality that I made up (because their IRL personality is unknown to me, a stranger?) That’s the stuff.

@blehb that strong ick response is normal when someone asks or forces you into a kink position that you’re not comfortable with. I’ve been there, too.

@wildxpixie
This reminds me. I have a friend who studies birds for a living as an ecologist.

He explained to me how they set up stationary nets to catch song birds. They’re just light colored nets on poles, set across pieces of land where the birds are common. The nets are about 20 feet wide and 6 feet tall.

The scientists are trained on specific ways to hold the birds gently, since they’re so fragile. They measure their weight, and they photograph them sometimes.

Then they let them go.

They know it stresses the animals out. So they only do it rarely. And they try to do it as quickly as possible.

The birds don’t really see the nets as they’re flying quickly, since they’re thin white string against a light sky.

I’m imagining for the equivalent to catch humans, there could be like a transdimensional net that we can’t see. Or maybe a fairy is caught in one of these birds nets.

Just some details for anyone who is inspired by this type of character.

@Olo very silly chart. Not my scene.
But yeah when I was writing my shrinking virus story, my headcanon was it only shrank people many years past being full grown. Something something telomeres and growth hormones and neuroplasticity and something.

Waves hands scientifically

(Thanks to @miss-lillipants for the inspiration! This is in a world inspired by her posts. I will be updating this every now and then, when I can. It will be in the vein of the gentle tags I gave it.)

Posted in r/MINUS-19
by u/CheckPlease

Well, it finally happened. I got MINUS-19.

I had been lucky enough to have not gotten MINUS-19 for the first year of the pandemic. I’m a manager at a restaurant, and after the government shut us all down for 3 months, my restaurant took the money, paid our staff, and shut down.

After that 3-month lull, when I couldn’t help but read news on social media all day, we came back, and that whole time, I’ve been nervous as hell. I’ve always been a germophobe - which makes for a great kitchen manager, the health department is always impressed by how clean our kitchen is - but this disease, the one that can shrink you - seemingly permanently? This sent my anxiety into overdrive.

Based on the advice of my nurse friend, I bought real N-95’s as soon as I could get them, and I wore them at work. I implemented a strict policy for all employees to wear masks, too, but you know they didn’t cover their noses half the time, and then, there are the bars and restaurants that are operating like nothing changed that are all around us, that they all spend their off hours at.

How could we all avoid it, even with us all masked? We were surrounded by a crowded room of customers who couldn’t mask while visiting. You can’t eat, or drink, or pretend like it’s 2 years ago before the pandemic, while wearing a mask.

So everyone has gotten sick since we re-opened.

Employees got it. Customers got it. Suppliers got it. Most just shrunk for a day, but some were out shrunk for weeks. One of the customers still has it - she’s still just four inches tall after 8 months. I only know because her husband told the bartender last week. He was crying over his beer about it, and he’s not normally an emotional guy.

The vaccine coming out last month should have put my mind at ease. But there was such a small supply, and it was only for old people. I should have lied about having immune deficiency just to get the jab on the first day. I finally got it last week.
It takes 2 weeks for the vaccine to kick in. And guess what, I just got sick this week. 5 days after I was inoculated.

I felt groggy, first. Then I felt sweaty. I had stomach cramps, and I got home, and when I noticed my sense of smell was gone, I panicked. My husband, god bless him, assumed the worst, and immediately drove our two cats to his sister’s house.

When he got back, he had Nyquil for me, and was wearing an N-95 mask. He asked what sort of Shrunk Shelter I wanted. I said, “None”. He laughed, and hugged me. He said that we should put it together as a couple, before I couldn’t help him with the project anymore. I didn’t get what he meant at first, but he just looked at me. I already had the brain fog.

“I mean, before you’re too small to snap together the shelter kit, honey.”

Well, fuck.

He drove to the store and got the Log Cabin. We set up the plumbing with my tap water, just because I’m used to it. He put in a part of a cinnamon stick as an air freshener, and he cut up a small piece of one of his shirts as a blanket, because I always tell him I like his natural scent. I wanted to kiss him as a sort of goodbye, but he kept his mask on the whole time.

That was last night.

He set me and the Shrunken Shelter up in the guest bedroom, and I took some nyquil. I slept on the bed, on our bright white sheets, wearing my black chamois - so I could be easier to see, if I shrank.

And shrink, I did.

This morning was hell. I don’t know how to put it all into words other than to say this has been my nightmare for the past year. And I’m finally living in it.

I know I am so, so, so, SO lucky to have the husband that I do, who luckily works from home so he can look after me a bit. I know we are lucky to have money for a Shrunken Shelter, and for a guest bedroom to isolate in, which just makes all of the logistics so much simpler. But I’m looking around at this tiny log cabin’s walls, which I clearly remember used to fit in my hands last night, and I’m typing this on that dumb Android Microtablet they come with, with its crappy touch screen keyboard, and I want to scream until my throat is sore, that this virus is absolute shit.

Why did I have to be born into a new plague? I know we all are, but god damn it, I’m still mad about it.

I need this to be a short infection. I don’t know how I could handle it if I was the height of a chicken’s egg for the rest of my life.

I know this was a long rant. But, folks, what are your coping mechanisms? Is it wrong for me to just drink vodka all day? That’s all I want to do. Just numb myself out, whenever I’m not coughing.

Do you actually like any of the games on this stupid Microtablet? I used to play The Sims as a kid, and now I feel like I AM one. The little diamond over my head is bright red. I am NOT happy.

@miss-lillipants
(This is a beautiful idea. It’s so inspiring and I love the many types of tones possible from all the different subreddits that would exist. And how short the pieces can be. And split up across many days. Aaah! 🤯 )

@miss-lillipants
(I love this so much. I absolutely adored the mild offense she had for the term “crush”. That made me laugh out loud.

The rest is so sweet and realistic, too! Not a trash fire at all!)

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@maladaptivetiny Yesssss ! Stylish macro art I could put on my wall!!! ️ I love this!

@maladaptivetiny
For falling asleep, I often fantasize about a giant man comforting me, or carrying me in his chest pocket. The feeling of protection and affection puts me right to sleep.

For when I’m walking around the city, or working in my company’s skyscraper, my go-to fantasy is actually also gentle. This same giant is just hanging out and looking at the city with fascination. He phases through reality at will, luckily, as if he was solid he’d wreck everything, because he’s like 500-1700 feet tall.

It’s the same character for both of these situations. I basically have a giant imaginary friend. He is witty and kind.

I started picturing him as an adult, during my long commutes, and he’s stuck with me for a little more than a decade now, since I find him mentally so useful.

I refuse to give him a name, tell you his fixed physical traits, or put him in a story, because that would sort of take him away from this perfect platonic space in my mind, and convert him into a flawed fictional character for others’ enjoyment. I’ll never chain him down like that. But I invite others to conjure their own freely. Tulpas like him are very helpful!

@foreverlurk Horny Jail? Bonking?

You’re IN Horny Town here, friend! No jail or bonking needed, here.

@Olo reminds me of a bedroom experiment. For the record, pure peppermint essential oil doesn’t lead to yeast infections , like candy would, but it does taste and feel intense!

@Olo that Ken is so much more than Kenough!

@Olo I’ve never particularly liked the grinch, but the who’s I got more excited about were the ones in the book “Horton Hears A Who”, where it’s shown that those creatures are all smaller than insects. Microscopic even. That got my brain whirring about size difference early.

Anyway, going by that other book, that means that The Grinch, and everything that happens in those stories, is all microscopic.