Other, More Considerate People: I like to keep my story as close to canon and ship-free as possible so everyone can enjoy it. đ
My Self-Indulgent Ass:Â âSup, assholes, hereâre all my implausible OTPs, their future children, a bunch of OCs that play prominent roles, and all my sexuality headcanons are in effect.
âTo understand this fic youâll need to refer to page 15, side A of my Extensive headcanon timeline of the entire history of this character and everyone he ever met, the contents of which are helpfully provided absolutely nowhere.â
âbehold as I construct the precarious scaffolding of this story from discarded tumblr shitposts, my id, a dream I had once, poorly concealed psychological projection, the abstract concept of the way it feels to look out at the sea, and a bunch of dumb jokes I couldnât stop cackling to myself about. oh, but itâs fanfiction.â
I worked with toddlers and pre schoolers for three years. Sometimes I accidentally slip and tell a friend to say bye to an inanimate object (âsay bye bus!â) & occasionally they unthinkingly just do it.
Iâm glad thereâs a teacher version of âaccidentally called teacher âmomââ
when I worked at Medieval Times occasionally I would slip in real life and call people âmy lordâ
One time during family prayer, dad began: âour father who art in heaven, American Airlines, how can I help you?â
One time my dad went to the White Castle drive-thru and the lady (who was supposed to say âWelcome to White Castle, whatâs your crave?â) asked, âWelcome to White Castle, whatâs your problem?â
She apologized profusely while my dad proceeded to lose his shit laughing.
Yesterday I went to Wendyâs and the girl said âWelcome to McDonaldsâ and then just sighed
Iâm literally wheezing in laughter (literally with the literal meaning) at the whatâs your problem one
Two days ago, I answered my phone with my work greeting. My mum laughed for five minutes solid.
Question for those of you who do the âlay-on-your-bed-and-imagineâ thing: do you usually imagine yourself as a character, an OC, or yourself in a different situation?
Iâll start â I usually imagine some vague OC specifically created to fit some hyper-specific whump situation. Iâll often get hooked on one situation for a week or two.
Good question! I like to âwriteâ a story in my head usually involving my current fav getting captured and needing to be rescued. Or heâs stuck in a perilous situation for awhile. (I say stuck because I usually fall asleep before heâs rescued and just add more whump to the situation the next night.) xD
Sometimes its fandom-related and Iâm usually an OC. Sometimes itâs fandomless and entirely original contentâlike whump scenarios for my own characters.
I do this as I lay to sleep. I imagine myself as an OC (my face claim is Ashley Benson). I used to use the name Jessica for fake me, but now I use either my name or my nickname or no name at all. I imagine myself caring for whoever happens to be my favorite character at the moment. Theyâre usually heavily bruised and wounded and I either take care of them (bandage them up etc.), lay in bed with them with their head resting on my chest, or sit next to them and caress their cheek or hold their hand. And I always converse with them and ask them if theyâre alright, if they need anything etc. And since I love bruises, their faces are always bruised. I like imagining gently kissing their bruised cheek.
Oh, and I also tend to write the situations I imagine into my fanfics (I write character x reader fics). Usually, after I write it down, I move on the a different fantasy.
Oh I do me. Itâs all me, sometimes different versions of me, like AUs, but yeah, theyâre all me.Â
Omg. Other people do this?
I know right
When I found out other people did the same thing I was so happy
Iâve never talked with anyone about this before. Iâm shocked. Like, literally, shocked.
Me neither. I never told anyone. And then one day I saw a tumblr post (not this one) about this and I was in shock – happy shock, but shock. I havenât âtoldâ anyone else, like, people outside of tumblr, and I never wouldâve said anyhing about it here, but itâs nice that someone had the courage to say it and make me feel less out of place in the world
The only reason I felt comfortable bringing this up is because I saw the same post you saw. Iâm glad someone brought it up that once, so I knew it wasnât just me.
When I was in middle school I used to pretend to be the whumpee and my crush was the one comforting me. The situations were always uber-specific, usually related to a battle injury of some kind? I still do similar things, though Iâve moved onto other people I know and who are important to me âcomfortingâ me. Tbh, Iâve always been more into the hurt/comfort aspect of whump rather than the injury. I attribute it to the emotional distance received as a child from the rest of my family and friends. đđ
I literally canât sleep unless I do this and Iâve been doing it since elementary/early middle school. I almost always âplayâ a whumped canon character. Who it is varies based on what media Iâm consuming (right now its either MacGyver or Chandler from The Last Ship) and the specific whump tends to vary week to week depending on whatever scenario I have cooking.
Holy, jeepers. I have finally found my people.
Welcome to the club, friend!
I imagine an OC getting whumped, usually. On the rare occasions that I have a character from an actual show being whumped, itâs usually right after watching that person get whumped in a similar way. Iâm usually the perpetrator of the whump, occasionally a support person, basically never the whumpee.
When I was a young teen, I did this a lot. I imagined I was one of the support staff for various canons – mechanics or medics for Star Wars/Star Trek, healers for various fantasy settings, trainers/coaching staff for sports teams, etc. It got quite detailed and thereâs a bunch of never-published (terrible) OC and self-insert fic lurking somewhere on one of my drives. I kind of thought everyone did it?
To my future spouse: if I die and you become a super villain because of it, just know that I will be rolling my eyes in the afterlife at your dramatic ass