Writer here chiming in
And I sit here and really hope you're not one of these sorts of people cause you seem really cool
But the amount of disrespect multishippers get in this fandon is absurd. I love writing dnf, it's genuinely super enjoyable to me, but I also love writing dnn cause it's so fun to play around with dynamics and I swear some dnf shippers think I'm the scum of the earth for that
It really bothers me the treatment creatives as a whole get here. People are so picky about what they read because at one point there was so much to read
Especially nsfw authors and artists. There was a whole witch hunt taking place days before the most recent collapse and as a creative it was terrifying to see what main was doing to people who specifically cordoned themselves off
And holy shit the one author who like a week before who wrote a fic featuring a certain topic that was close to them and they were just getting harrased so hard
Oh yeah I didn't mean to discount any shit multishippers get, I just don't follow many multishipper writers/artists/etc. because its not something I often seek out. But everyone that i do see/follow thats a multishipper I make sure to support where I can and I'm definitely not one to turn a blind eye to people's harassment on the internet just because they prefer one ship over the other- I've been on the internet for too damn long to be doing that shit lol
I agree that any creatives in this fandom get shit no matter what because people feel entitled to art of any form and its disrespectful to everyone
And yes I was aware of the witchhunt and I knew many moots that were affected by it and its horrible that shit is even happening
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fae!tango for the swap thing!!!
Tango considered himself a reasonable guy. With so many hybrids in hermitcraft, a person must learn to tamp down on their instincts. And Tango held pride on how he managed to maneuver through social interactions without too-terrible incidents.
(Well -- how was he to know that Bdub's moss wasn't for eating? There was dew on it and everything!)
Regardless, Tango learned to funnel his urges into quieter outlets. Such as filling FalseBeans with fresh copper at every chance he got. It soothed something deep within him, being able to support his friends.
Only… once he wasn't careful enough, and…
"You're the copper fairy!" False exclaimed. Tango jumped, copper tumbling from long fingers, and turned guiltily.
"Who, me? Noooo," Tango said. He waved his hands as a gesture of innocence. "I'm buying copper! Can't you see?"
"Uhuh," False said, raising an eyebrow. "Buying copper. A nearly limitless resource for you. With all those diamonds you definitely have."
"Well, you didn't have to call me poor on top of all that," Tango said.
False laughed. "Sorry. But hey, thank you! I really appreciate it."
Tango meant to say, for what? I'm totally just stealing your copper. My copper farm broke. Or maybe he meant to say, aw, false, no problem! Hermits helping hermits.
Or even, just build something for decked out and call it even!
Instead, what came out of his mouth was an icy cold, "excuse me?"
False's smile slipped as she stopped, startled. "What?"
Tango tried to lasso the offense coursing through his veins to no avail. His ears flicked in irritation. "Excuse me?"
Bewildered, False just stared at him. "I just… thanks for being my copper fairy? That's it? Tango, what…?"
His hackles raised further. Tango released an almighty huff, throwing his hands in the air. Hopeless.
"Whatever. See you around," Tango said, rolling his eyes. He extended his wings and took off without another word. My copper fairy. The absolute audacity of False to assume that Tango did it as some sort of -- some sort of servitude! Like Tango was just there to order around, ohhh look at the faery see him flutter about!
Tango traveled straight to the copper farm. He had half a mind to destroy it, then had a better idea: he would get so much copper that False would beg for more for her shop! She'd be indebted to him, and wouldn't that feel awful, Miss False Symmetry.
He was several hours into grinding copper when he received the message.
[FalseSymmetry] whispered to [TangoTek]: meet at spawn village?
[TangoTek[ whispered to [FalseSymmetry]: no
[TangoTek] whispered to [FalseSymmetry]: nether hub, library
[FalseSymmetry] whispered to [TangoTek]: alright
Tango entered his astral library and felt immediately right at home, because he was home. This was his space that he built for the hermits, a delightful hub of travel, something that everyone needed. It reeked of Tango's magic in every block.
The uncomfortable buzz in Tango's chest settled somewhat as he entered the bookshelves. He considered building a throne out of copper, but decided that would be a bit much. He still loved his friend, after all. He might lean into being petty for someone else, but not False.
False arrived shortly after. Wordlessly, she set up a small table and chairs before placing a cake in the center.
"This is for you," False said. She smiled, then bowed. "My copper fairy."
Tango blinked. She spoke the words as one might speak to a King.
He examined the cake, then peered at a still-bowing False. The wrongness was righted, and Tango took a bite of the cake. He hummed happily.
"You are forgiven," Tango said. Then he frowned.
He looked at the cake, then gazed at False, who hadn't risen yet. Discomfort plucked at his ribcage. "You're not my servant."
"And you're not mine," False added. She rose to her full height.
Tango winced. "I… know that. I know that."
"Of course," False said calmly. "I should have been more careful."
"Yes," Tango said. He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I know you, it shouldn't be an issue."
"Tango," False said pointedly. Tango peered at her from between his fingers.
"I should have been more careful," False repeated. She smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Your copper is far better than any other hermits."
"It is, isn't it?" Tango preened, despite knowing that his copper wasn't any different than the other's. "Only the best for Falsey!"
False laughed.
Tango grinned, and that horrible gut-wrenching feeling finally vanished. Sure, he should know that his friends would never call him into servitude. But it felt great to be properly acknowledged.
Tango ate some more cake.
Yeah, it felt pretty great.
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