Mae Merciless

@maemerciless.bsky.social

🔞 staring through your dollhouse windows 🥀 miniatures enthusiast 🔎 thirties, tall, size kink 🖤 linktr.ee/maemerciless my writing: archiveofourown.org/users/freckledirt/works

Your quest log objective which reads "Don't trust the fairies in the forest, as they enjoy shrinking adventurers and keeping them as their playthings" suddenly crossed out in marker pen with a new objective hastily scribbled below that says "Go say hi to that nice fairy over there! It'll be fun! :)"

love when the micro can definitely tell the size difference is doing something for me and specifically also that i'm actively trying to hide that more attentive to their needs than anyone my size has been in so so long, but they just catch me fixating now and then in a way they can't shake

you step into the elevator where I'm leaning against the back and notice I'm holding eye contact with you without expression and you just hold it the entire time and you start to lose your sense of place when the bell dings and when you snap out of it I'm already brushing past you on my way out

giant hands playing with my body testing out how flexible i am, folding and bending me in all kinds of creative ways, and especially testing out all the fun little winces and moans i can make when i'm pushed just ever so slightly past my limits

very valuable idea I've internalized that helps me exist peacefully in online spaces, which might help some who are a similar kind of autistic as me: when someone posts something upsetting or flat out wrong or harmful to you, it usually isn't malice, they just thought it through differently

mind if I watch you wistfully while you quietly put on your surprisingly elaborate little outfit in your tiny room lit by a shaft of morning light and you pretend not to know I'm watching

you were the first resident to show up to the micro town in my care, just by chance the first assignee to me in an otherwise empty model walking eerie quiet streets, seeing scenes of what your life will be like... nobody but me to talk to meanwhile, about this little world I've built for you

chases you with a hand so you panic and get herded into the crook of my leg and giggling whimsically at you and watching your fight or flight instincts wear themselves raw and it makes me hard

doing all I can to assure you for weeks into your shrinkin virus diagnosis that you're going to be treated with dignity and humanity no matter what and on your first night teensy I whip out the storybook I'm going to read to you 📖

doing all I can to assure you for weeks into your shrinkin virus diagnosis that you're going to be treated with dignity and humanity no matter what and on your first night teensy I whip out the storybook I'm going to read to you 📖

"ohhh they just need a little tlc, don't theyyy ☺️" -me talking about your obvious trauma responses to a permanent and terrifying change that affects every single aspect of your life and alienates you from anyone who hasn't endured the same thing and also regularly gets you compared to a bug