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Okay guys listen, y’all know the show Hilda.

Y’all know Alfur right? So what if like I maybe attempted a story where Hilda and Frida end up trying to work on a spell. But it goes wrong and they end up turning Alfur human like. Including human sized and perhaps more ?

Y’all should lemme know if I should write and maybe illustrate some of this. Cause I’m hella thinkin about it. Also gimme you’re thoughts on it!

Skullcaps and Catbirds

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Birds were always comforting for Ostreatus. Ever since he’d been a child, when he would ogle at the big falcons his mom rode. Even now, at the ripe old age of 29 years old, he felt himself pause in awe at the grayish-brown catbird standing in front of him. A grin grew on his face as the bird, Johnny, chirped loudly. It unfortunately startled the poor scout-in-training who was saddling him up and Ostreatus winced in sympathy. In an instant, Johnny rose and bounded to him like an excited dog, leaving the trainee to scramble after him. Ostreatus huffed slightly, but still smiled as Johnny lightly headbutted him in the chest.

“You would think that you’ve been gone for years instead of a few hours.” Ostreatus turned to face the other person, Commander Mycena. She leaned against one of the empty stalls, a playful grin spread on her cheeks. He straightened as she approached, and banished any liveliness he felt prior.

“Commander, you called me in here?” He asked. Her smile faded slightly at his tone, but she said nothing. Mycena moved to the main opening of the stable, gesturing for them to follow. He frowned, but followed, with Johnny at his heels.

The “stable”, was a series of nests lined up in stalls for the scouts-birds to sleep in before going out on expeditions. It was built into the upper parts of an old oak, which previously housed an owl family. It was bustling with action, with many other scouts readying their own birds for take-off. Briskly, both Ostreatus and Mycena walked to the entrance that overlooked the outpost. On the ground, fellow members of the area began to start their day. Johnny jumped up to the ledge, and stretched his wings in the morning sun.

“Scout Pleu,” she began. “ I’m gonna need you to investigate some flooding up North. Some kind of…blockade. Its caused a shift in the flow of our water supply, and we need to know any alternative routes.” She ordered, turning directly to face him. He gave a curt nod in response, and mounted Johnny’s back. The bird chirped in response, gently shifting to be more comfortable. They were about to go when Ostreatus felt a hand on his leg. He looked to see Mycena staring deeply into his eyes, a slight grimace on her face. “Be careful. Giants have begun to… interfere with our forests as of late.” She cautioned.

“Yes Commander. We’ll be back as soon as we can.” He affirmed. She smiled in relief, and took a step back. With a gentle breath, he tightened the fastens on his gray cloak, and clutched the reins in his gloved palms. He gently urged Johnny forward, and the bird leaped off the side of the tree. When Ostreatus was younger, he’d been startled by the suddenness and spontaneity of these birds, but now he only whooped for joy as the wind rushed through his black hair.

Johnny swooped up, just missing the winding branches and rustling green leaves. Ostreatus pressed himself against the birds body as they broke through the trees and into the sky. For a moment, the world was quiet as they rose higher, slowly catching the winds of the skies. Johnny gently flapped his wings, and they both allowed themselves to look over the lands they called home.

The sun slowly rose over the horizon, lighting the woodlands of trees in a warm glow. A sea of greens greeted him, and a sense of calm washed over him. He took a deep breath, and nose-dived back into the treetops, unknowing of what fate had planned for him.

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Hello again! I've finally found the time and energy to write the prologue to this series! If all goes according to plan, I want to finish the first part by the end of this month, so you can look forward to that.

I do want to give a quick thank you to my editor Ms. Mouse, who helped me out at 11:00 pm to help me write and edit this.

If you have questions, comments, or anything like that, feel free to send in an ask! My inbox is open :].

🪡 | The Little Silhouette at Night

It was night. The sky was very dark, but the moon shone alongside the stars, making the great expanse beautiful. Sleep had not yet come for the little girl: Emi, her eyes were dark brown, and her hair was black. She was in bed, trying to sleep. But, she was afraid of the night. The window in her room was always open. She couldn't do anything about it because if she closed it, there would be no wind in her room.

Until she, from far away, heard a noise. The same thing she heard every day or most of it: a creaking of wood. Emi always ignored this noise out of fear. It could be a mouse or something she didn't know. The silence returned.

After minutes of silence, which left the little girl deaf, she hears a different noise for the first time. It felt like something heavy falling to the ground. It was at that moment that Emi ruled out the hypothesis that it could be a mouse because the sound didn't sound like an object, food or small animal falling. It looked like a person.

Emi slowly gets out of her bed. Was it a borrower that your grandmother always talked about? Were all those stories about them real? When she was younger, she always looked for them in her house, but never found them. Now that she was 8 years old, no longer 4 years old, would she really have them in her room?

As soon as she got out of her bed, she looked at the floor and found a small human figure lying on the floor near a small hole in the wall, which was behind a piece of furniture. I couldn't see much, just the silhouette. Emi approaches to see with more certainty. As soon as she does this, the little person moves away crawling going, without realizing it, to where the moonlight was shining in her room.

He had wavy brown hair, bright green eyes, a backpack made of leather, wore a gray shirt and blue trousers with many pieces of cloth as seams of different colors, wore black boots and a strange belt. There was a medium cut on his left leg, bleeding a lot, as well as scratches and dirt all over his body. He was clearly scared and shaking a lot.

The little girl was sad for him and tries to help, using her hands to pick it up, however, he runs and heads towards the hole without looking back. She didn't expect that.

Minutes later without him returning, she decides to go to sleep, well, try to sleep. Emi returns to her bed, covering herself with her plaid blanket.

“Would I have another chance to see him again? If I could, I would have helped him.” She thinks, while looking at the ceiling of her room.

Maybe... just maybe, Emi could see him one more time. Maybe in a dream, memory or even in her own imagination. But also, perhaps, next night.

Visions Through Orpiment Eyes

Master post(?)

(Jasper and Fawn)

hi so I have been reading fireflywritesgt's story recently,, and I was like: "hm maybe I should post some of my gt media..."

Sooo heads up:

Trigger warnings:

accidental manslaughter, death, medical descriptions, panic attacks, fear, and violence

//I will update this for each chapter btw

Story summary

An injured human wakes up in a forest and meets a very angry tiny, somewhat-animalistic-in-feature, loosely-termed-fae, lass

Chapter 1: Manslaughter Monday here

Chapter 2: Train Your Human Tuesday here

Chapter 3: What The Fuck? Wednesday here

Chapter 4: Treacherous oh! and terrifying! Thursday here

Chapter 5:

Chapter....??

Since I don't want to spoil too much, these are the gt tropes featured:

-non romantic interaction!!!

-slow burn trust

-over coming social bias

-memory loss

-tiny helping giant to heal

-giant is oblivious

-excessive descriptions of the senses

-found family

-protection (both way around)

-punching forest creatures

-solving problems in very bad ways

-reference to hobbit homes

run-on sentences 😘🫶

Visions Through Orpiment Eyes

Chapter 2: Train Your Human Tuesday

Jasper

I woke up, still in the forest. With no idea how I had gotten here in the first place. I sighed, at least my headache had started to subside and I could actually think clearly. My back still ached- it seemed more inflamed than earlier. I looked around myself to find that fine lines of grass, or possibly rope, bound my hands. I stared at the tiny knots; it seemed like the string was barely holding onto my wrists. I tried to move forward and winced as my shirt edged against the inflamed wounds on my shoulders and back.

Too bad I don’t have a first aid kit with me, I chuckled.

“Stop moving.” I flinched as I heard a firm voice from the ground, close to my left side. I looked over to see the humanoid.

I guess I was not hallucinating earlier... It was only three or so inches tall, maybe less, with fluffy shoulder-length hair and animalistic ears. It had “hands” or- what resembled hands… they were more paw-like in shape. To match, it had digitigrade-like legs and soft clawed paws instead of feet. The main defining feature though, was its glare. A mix of intelligence, hatred, and fear. I recoiled as this thing seemed to stare daggers through me. It was an odd feeling to endure- Such a small creature holding emotions much too big for its presence. I was still observing it in awe as it seemed to wait for my response.

I choked up a bit as I attempter to get my words out, “Um…” I awkwardly held my hands up to show they were still bound. Although I could easily break them, it seemed more respectful to wait. They gave me an odd look.

“What- what do you want with me?” I asked. I noticed that anytime I moved or spoke it flinched, keeping a hand on what I assumed was a weapon at its side. I did not fully understand their skittish behavior, as they could have run away the moment I slumped over. I had never seen such a small humanoid before, and I wasn’t sure if it was going to grab its friends to eat the flesh right off me. I wouldn’t be able to do much against a group effort in my current state.

“I need…” they hesitated, a mild look of disgust in their eyes,

“I need your protection.”

I looked at them confused. They live in this forest right? Why would they need me…? I chuckled, which caused them to tighten their grip on the weapon in their holster. I continued in explanation,

“What use would I be to you? Anyways, I’ll die of infection before I can assist you with anything.” I turned slightly to show the bloodied wound on my back. They looked… flabbergasted? Annoyed? I couldn't tell. It seemed I was having trouble reading them.

“Fine, you help me, I help you.” They growled, “I know what kind of plant to use for your wounds and where water is… I can keep you alive and you can use your… size… “ -they looked me up and down, eyes still piercing into me-

“To keep me alive.”

What?

What the hell does that mean?

It sent shivers down my spine to hear such familiar words.

I'm not as useful as you think I am.

I was starting to worry they were going to use me for something that might put me in more danger than I already was in.

Why is their phrasing so odd?

I could not follow whatever thought process they were going through. They were still shaking, or trembling. It was hard to see. Maybe they thought I would kill them? I cocked my head slightly.

“So…” I held up my bound hands, “Can I get rid of these?” They nodded slowly, and pulled out their knife to cut the ropes. I was too impatient to wait as I ripped the thin ropes away from my hands. They looked somewhat dismayed at the fact that the ropes were futile.

Sorry, I can wait for you.

I promise

Don't let it be a lie this time

Fawn

You have got to be kidding me, I thought. Between the trembling, my heart rate being through the roof, and still registering that my only family member was killed in front of me- I was feeling… well.. Like shit.

I looked up at the gigantic form in front of me, bloodied and tired looking.

Just how much blood has it lost?? It was definitely more than probably was safe. It was taking all of my willpower to avoid locking my knees and falling to the ground, or simply running away from a creature who could easily kill or harm me.

Even not on purpose, it’s still going to be a danger. Great, great…

I made a mental note to train the human to never grab me. So just how dangerous would a giant with a thorough amount of blood loss be…? There were pros and cons, but I would have to take the gamble.

I pointed west. “We should head that way. There’s a stream and the plants growing in it should disinfect and assist in healing your wounds.” He nodded but seemed hesitant to move. My stomach sank.

“Can you walk?” I asked. It wasn’t as if I could carry him there. He groaned, which sounded more like a low growl then I would have liked. It was still taking my brain a couple tries to register that any noise the human made would be much louder than I would have appreciated, even if he was attempting to be quiet. I made another metal note to try and avoid flinching when he spoke.

“I can make it… er… probably.” He slowly moved to a kneeling position, clouding out the speckled sunlight and looming over me. I still flinched but I was amazed to find I managed to keep the composure to even speak to this thing. It seemed he had figured that he would need to carry me, which I was not adamant about… although I would much rather be high up than underfoot. He held a hedgehog sized hand out onto the ground for me to clamber onto. I stared, waited, and looked up at the scratched and tired face of the human in front of me. In comparison to his scratched arms and legs his hands were slender and relatively smooth besides hard calluses on his left hand. They still had smudges of blood but were oddly unscathed. I sighed, trying to bring my heart rate down and preparing myself for the sense of vertigo that I would undoubtedly have to deal with once he started moving.

“I won’t hurt you.” he said, I chuckled under my breath in response.

Yeah right, beanpole. I almost growled.

I climbed onto his palm, and fingers a bit longer than I was tall twitched slightly at my movement. It was an odd, fleshy, warm surface. What disconcerned me most was the sense of his slow pulse. It was enough to have him in front of me, it was another thing entirely to be sitting in his hands. Hands that could squeeze the life out of me, hands that could snap bones, rip apart limbs-

I tried to stop thinking about various nightmarish circumstances as I was still mentally preparing myself for him to start moving. When he did I was quickly brought back to reality. I propped myself kneeling down to stay balanced, as I assumed I would not be able to stand very well with how quick he was moving. It felt as if I was being pressed further into his palm as gravity took me down whilst he moved upwards. It made my head spin with the sense of movement but eventually he stopped with his hand carefully set next to his right shoulder. I stepped off onto his shoulder and kneeled in front of his neck, the connection point between his neck and shoulders had a natural dip with his collarbone, making an easy spot to sit in. His pulse was louder now that I was next to his carotid artery. I hated the feeling of obvious life right next to me, like a stupid mountain of flesh. “You good?” he questioned, I flinched at the volume as well as the vibrations from his vocal chords, which resonated through my bones.

“I’m fine- just, speak quieter please.” I responded, rubbing my ears a bit from the sudden noise. He hummed a low sound in response, which although was quieter, still made me flinch. I could feel so much vibration within his throat and I tried not to think about how the face above me could swallow me whole. He waited a moment before standing up. As he stood I had to hold onto the collar of his shirt to keep a proper hold to avoid falling. His full height was more than high enough for me to break a couple limbs if I fell. I, again, tried to slow my breathing.

“This way is west right?” He asked, more quietly this time. I nodded yes then realized he would not be able to see my motions, “Yes, that’s the way.”

As we walked I took note of the human’s point of view, he was high up enough that it would have been impossible for him to have seen Father's camouflaged form. I hadn't even told this human that he killed someone… What was I supposed to say to him,

Hey you murdered my father.

I sighed.

This sucks.

This sucks so much.

It may have been worse to just ignore it, but really, how was I supposed to bring it up. I chuckled at the morbidness of the situation. Maybe I could bring it up once he noticed the large blood stain on the sole of his shoe.

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Visions Through Orpiment Eyes

Chapter 4: Treacherous oh! and terrifying! Thursday

Jasper

What?

…What?

I was left, trying to process what just happened. This person(?) just offhandedly mentioned that I killed her father.

Tears running down her marble sized face.

How? Was what I was wondering,

When?

I knew I had been out of it as I was traversing the forest, but, you’d think a person would recognize if they had stepped on someone,

Right?

“What…. What do you mean?” I asked, in as soft as a tone I could muster. The miniature stared daggers into me,

“You crushed him, look at your sole.” She still had tears flowing down her face but her voice- she managed to keep her voice from quavering. Even as her body trembled, she kept her ground. I was somewhat in awe as I was processing the statement.

I leaned away from her and stared at the soles of my boots.

Oh.

Oh god.

I held a hand to my face as I felt hot tears quickly rolling.

Don’t cry, not now.

How did I not know?

How.

Did I not notice?

And WHY is she trusting me through this?

I was looking away, hands on my face, attempting to reduce the sound of my hiccups.

Not again.

Not again.

I can’t deal with this.

The girl stared up at me, and I watched as her facade crumbled. Her expression fell apart,

Fat tears rolled down her face. Water droplets seemingly too big for her body.

She let herself fall to the ground, onto her knees, gripping the bloodied tool belt on her waist.

How did I not sense anything?

I couldn't sit here crying in front of this person, whose father I killed-

someone I had caused such harm too.

I couldn't make it seem like I was the one hurt. No way could I differ the topic to my fears when the person in front of me was dealing with so… so- so?

Fuck.

I did manage to get a couple words out, through hics,

“Why- Why did you let me anywhere near you?”

Why did you let me carry you?

Are you insane?

Why do you want anything to do with me?

I realized it was out of necessity, but the mental capacity for that?

Insane.

Wow.

Why was she even helping me so thoroughly?

She only needed me alive, not in good condition.

I was still in tears, trembling like a leaf, my knees inches from the literal leaf sized person in front of me.

Person.

A person so small I could kill by accident, if I didn't pay enough attention.

My stomach was reeling, flipping, doing fucking summersaults inside my gut. I wanted to run away from her, back to wherever I was from, just-

Away.

I knew what I had to do though, I owed her. I owed her way more than I could ever repay.

I could at least do something here,

I sighed and wiped the tears from my face with my arm. I couldn't be the one scared here. It would just make things worse.

I managed to reduce the hiccups, and bring my breath to a semi-stable rhythm. My hands were still shaking, I wiped my tears away with my arm. I looked down at the tiny girl at my knees.

What can I possibly say?

I knew it would not help much, but I said it anyway.

“I’m so sorry.”

My voice shook more than I meant it too.

I can figure out some way to help- she even asked me too, right? I can be a protector. I can do this. I just.

Need to not fuck it up.

Again.

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Fawn

I knew there wasn't anything better he could have said-

but maybe it was worse for him to actually apologize.

Maybe it hurt more to see that he actually regretted his actions.

Maybe it sucked to see that some of my presumptions were incorrect.

I could still tell myself that it was only some. I was still correct in a way, humans were reckless and cruel. They don’t think about anyone else besides themselves. This one’s actions might have proved… something. But they did not dissuade me from my bias.

You can’t win someone over in a night.

Especially not the Fae.

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The two of us made it back to my father’s home. It took longer than expected as the giant lumbered behind me. He looked worse than earlier, with a look of strain on his pale face.

If he dies there is no way for me to dispose of that body.

I grumbled, looking back at him from the ground. He towered over my frame, and I should still have been trembling but I was so irritated with how damn slow he was I forgot to care.

He stayed more than 2 feet away and seemed to have a hard time following me on the ground.

He was definitely faster earlier.

I opted to avoid thinking about having to stitch and disinfect the wound on his back later.

We finally made it to the clearing where my home stood. Tucked inside a tree trunk, with a beautifully carved circular door. I opened the door and waved the giant off. I watched as he sat down in the moss, laying his oversized head on some of the roots of the tree. He curled up, his back facing me, against the ferns that acted as a border for my home. He left his shirt off, probably in an attempt to reduce the friction against the wound, which was looking worse by the minute. It had dried enough for him to lay it on top of himself instead, as a blanket most inadequate for him.

I closed the door behind me and threw my bag to the floor. My knees hit the ground with that bag and I let myself fall forward.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

A G/T story where the giant speaks to the tiny with headphones

So, I once read this story somewhere (I don't remember where i read it). It was about a giant who discovers his roommate has shrunken into a tiny, the giant can't hear the tiny because their so small. So they use headphones to be able to hear them. The Giant and Tiny start to hangout .. Not sure what happens next. But, I'm wondering if anyone knows a story like this, and if so- will be willing to tell me what it's called/where to find it? It was really wholesome to my knowledge and i really liked it.

Giants mers falling in love with tinies?! Why they'd NEVER! [LITERATE RP]

(Always Looking)

PLOT 1: Giant Merman x Shipwrecked Survivor

After a brutal storm, a lone survivor of a pirate ship washes ashore on an empty island, their ship wrecked beyond repair. The island appears devoid of human life, but the survivor soon notices strange occurrences. Each day, a large pile of fish is unexplainably left near the shore, predatory creatures that lurk on land never venture too close to the sea, and all sorts of strange things keep happening on the island. The survivor, Person A, starts to suspect that they are not entirely alone, feeling an eerie presence watching from beneath the waves.

Unbeknownst to Person A, a massive, ancient merman (Person B) has taken an interest in them. Drawn to the human in some way, the merman starts subtly aiding them from afar. Person A eventually realizes something powerful and unknown is protecting them, which makes them want to investigate the ocean.

PLOT 2: Giant Merman x Marine Biologist

Person A, an ambitious marine biologist, has dedicated their life to uncovering the secrets of the ocean’s depths. While conducting deep-sea research, their equipment malfunctions, and they stumble upon something that not even their wildest dreams could make up - an enormous merman, a creature they once thought was only myth.

This merman (Person B) is far from what legends depict; towering, with strange bioluminescence running along his body and an intelligence that matches his imposing size. They realize this is an undiscovered species that could reshape everything humans know about marine biology. However, the merman is both curious and wary of Person A.

Person A becomes obsessed with studying Person B, eager to document his behavior and communicate, but their attempts to interact are met with challenges. The merman, while seemingly gentle, keeps a distance. Over time, Person B realizes that they're not just there to observe but is being studied in return. As they begin to understand each other, a bond grows between them. However, Person A's growing relationship with the merman puts them at odds with the rest of the scientific community and the outside world, forcing them to choose between their career and protecting the secret of this ancient being.

PLOT 3: Giant Sea Beast x Human Pirate Soulmate

Person A is infamous for their unyielding desire to conquer the seas. But despite their successes, they are haunted by stories of a giant sea beast responsible for destroying countless ships, many sailed by the greatest pirates to ever tread the seas. Driven by the need for revenge and glory, they sets sail to kill the beast and prove their dominance over the ocean.

However, when the moment of battle arrives, something unexpected happens. Person B - a massive beast - attacks Person A's ship but hesitates as it faces them. No matter how much it tries, it cannot bring itself to kill them. Person A senses something more significant at play. When they try to fight back, they realized they couldn't even raise their sword to attempt a slice. Something is wrong.

The sea beast, known for its destructive tendencies, is equally confused. For many years, he has been feared and hunted for, yet something about Person A compels him to spare them.

Confused and frustrated, the two try to figure out exactly why they can't kill each other. Only to find out sooner or later, that they're soulmates - a bond so strong that not even death could sever it. Would they try to see past their differences? Would they still try to break the bond and live their separate lives?

PLOT 4: Giant Merman x Little Prey Fish

When Person A, a cursed human, is transformed into a small, vulnerable merfolk, they are thrust into a dangerous underwater world where they don’t belong. Desperate to reverse the curse and return to their human form, they seek out other merfolk for help. However, their strange story and fragile appearance make them an outcast. Most merfolk see them as someone crazy making up a story to waste their time - no one is willing to go through anything dangerous to save someone they don't know.

But one giant merman, Person B, is intrigued. This giant has an infamous reputation - rumored to have slain countless mers that crossed his path - but he sees something different in this small, cursed mer. Against what everyone believes is his nature, he agrees to help them.

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HELLOOO IDK IF ANYONE WILL SEE THIS OR BE INTERESTED BUT WHY NOT GIVE IT A SHOT!! i'm not new at all to the g/t scene, i've been a fan for nearly a decade but this is a new account >< which is why i'm thinking nobody's gonna pay attention to this 🛌

Here are several plots that center around the sea and what lies beneath it! Any of these are pretty flexible to any changes just as long as there are no changes to the dynamics! There will most likely be end goals/something that pushes the story forward so there is no back and forth to the point where they characters don't know what they're doing.

I can do MxM, MxF, and MxNB pairings. I STRICTLY PLAY AS A MALE GIANT.

BONUS IF YOU'RE A LITERATE - ADV. LIT ROLEPLAYER!

Send a DM or comment if you are interested! I won't be roleplaying with you unless you are 18+ and so are your characters. I also mostly RP in Discord rather than Tumblr. Thanks for reading! 💚

Tiny Best Friend 5/5

Final Part

First part:

Previous part:

!warning!

angst, vore mention, vore scare, ¿abuse?, treating a person as an animal, vimioting, blood, curse words

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When Jake began to regain consciousness, everything was different than before. His back and chest hurt terribly, he was also lying on something cold and hard, like... metal? He felt dizzy and had a hard time opening his eyes. He also had a bit of a gag reflex and the taste of blood in his mouth. Despite his sincere intentions, he was unable to sit down and see what was happening around him. He also heard ringing in his ears, but after a while the noise stopped and what he heard was... unusual. Someone was humming a tune. He recognized it, but couldn't remember where from. The voice seemed familiar to him too. He tried hard to open his eyes again. His vision was shrouded in black and blurred images showed through. How did this happen? How did he get there, wherever he was? He remembered that he was in the forest and... His headache blurred his vision of previous events. And the pain in his chest was becoming more and more unbearable. He felt like he was about to vomit his lungs and his entire arteriovenous system at once.

A sigh.

The borrower heard a sigh that sounded awfully familiar. Just like his - former - friend Lucas. Lucas. OH FUCK. Jake suddenly remembered what happened in the forest. He remembered meeting Lucas there. He remembered how Lucas had gone crazy, what he had said about "coming home", how he had shouted at him, how he had invaded his personal space, how he had grabbed him and... That was why Jake's chest was hurting so badly right now. Lucas squeezed him in his hands. He wanted to kill him. Lucas wanted to kill Jake. He turned into a monster. Jake had to get out of there, Lucas was near, he was going to kill him-

"Oh Jake, you're awake" Lucas' voice rang in the borrower's ears. It wasn't hard to hear the human's colossal footsteps. His voice was cold, showed no emotion, was different than usual. Jake tried to open his eyes, but his eyesight was still in poor condition. He could see only hazy shadows in front of him. Despite this, he rose to a standing position but quickly fell back down. He saw blurry shadows and colors moving in front of him - he knew it was Lucas. Jake's mouth filled with blood again and his vision slowly began to clear. He vomited in front of himself and it was almost all red, from what he could see, all blood.

“Oh, Jake… You look so pitiful when you're throwing up blood. I almost feel sorry for you" Lucas's voice mimicked to be concerned at first, but the sentence ended with a cold laugh. "I waited a long time before you woke up. A very long time. I thought you were dying or something. You scared me."

The borrower's vision finally cleared and what he saw made him wish he would still not be able to see. Or maybe even wish that he would have died in this forest.

Cage. He was in a cage.

Jake was in a small cage on Lucas' desk in his room. The cage was metal and impossible to open from the inside, let alone by someone as small as him. How was this possible? Did Lucas put him in a cage? Has he lost all his mind? The boy's body began to tremble more intensely, the vomiting reflex returned, and tears came to his eyes. He was terrified, devastated and furious. But mostly terrified. He wanted to look at Lucas, see what happened, believe it wasn't him at all, but he couldn't. He knew it was Lucas, but he wanted to hold on to a slender hope, he wanted to delude himself that it wasn't true.

"You know... I would feel stupid, even a little sad, if I killed you in that forest" the human voice sounded rough, but on some level also mocking and satirical "If you died there, you wouldn't see what I have prepared for you."

Jake lifted his head slightly and blood continued to drip from his mouth down his chin to the cages floor. His fear began to turn into anger, moreover rage. What right did someone who promised him support, care and safety in every situation have to now behave so recklessly? So terribly? So psychopathic? God only knew what possessed him, but whatever it was, it came from the deepest pits of hell.

"You have prepared something for me? Wow. First a broken rib and a kidnapping, and now another surprise? What a happy day for gifts from such monster." Jake's angry gaze finally reached the human, but he didn't seem bothered it. Besides, the words the borrower spoke didn't sound half as harsh as they were supposed to, because they were spoken by a creature the size of a mouse, locked in a cage, unable to stand on its own feet and spitting blood. Jake was pathetic at best.

"Are you that impatient to know what I'm going to do with you?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"It'd be nice to know what you're planning."

"Too bad. I haven't made a final decision yet. Fortunately, you're awake now and giving me more and more great ideas."

"What, are you going to lock me in this cage for the rest of my life and turn me into your little pet?" Jake spat blood "Or are you going to have bipolar disorder again and apologize and say you care about me?"

"You have very optimistic visions" Lucas smiled terrifyingly with teeth "Did you believe that I was really nice? Ha, you are even stupider than I thought. It was a farce, pretending so i could get you. Now you have no chance against me, I can take revenge for how you lied to me and left me. I can show you what the human you wanted so badly to pretend can do to a nothing like you."

Jake's eyes were filled with tears again, but he tried to suppress them.

"So that's how it must be. You were supposed to be a friend, but you turned out to be a monster. A wolf in sheep's clothing".

"You were supposed to be a friend, a human, but you turned out to be an edible animal. Who is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing here?" Lucas' words made Jake unable to hold back his tears anymore and he started shaking harder. The emphasis on the word 'edible' was obvious, and Jake knew it was a warning, maybe even a threat.

"Don't start this whole game of crying and begging for mercy. We both know you're below me in the food chain. You wanted to play "human", so now please, bear the consequences like a human. Maybe you want to fight? Settle it like men, like humans? But I can't promise that I won't crush you into flat with one move." Lucas spoke with a cold smile etched on his large face, looking at the tearful, shaking, terrified Jake with his ice-cold gaze.

Jake looked away from the giant, so as not to show how pathetically terrified he was of what was happening. His voice was shaking too much to speak and his body was hurting too much for him to think about how to get out of this hellish situation. For a moment he even wondered whether such a death would not be the best - quick, very painful, but quick. It was definitely better than what was supposed to happen.

"I even feel a kinda sorry for you" Lucas admitted "Nature hasn't equipped your species with a brain and survival instinct good enough to see through manipulation. But I must admit, you impressed me. When you pretended to be human, I was fooled. Too bad you didn't know back then how it would have ended for you, little creature."

Jake's heart began to beat much faster, his thoughts overwhelmed him, blood rushed to his mouth again, his entire body trembled with fear, and tears flowed mercilessly. The anger died in him. Every emotion but one died in him. He was completely consumed with fear.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "Enough of this talk, it's boring".

The man opened the cage door and before Jake knew it, his hand reached out to grab him. The borrower backed out at the last minute. However, it did not help him much, because despite his great effort to avoid the hand of his former friend aka the monster in front of him, he failed to repeat it and saved his life only for a few more seconds. The hellish pain in his chest cut off his ability to escape, and Lucas grabbed him the second time and took him out of the cage without much effort. Jake struggled, trying to get out of the grip he was in. His heart was beating much too fast and too loud. His breathing was restricted. The pressure on his already damaged chest was piercing him completely and crushing him from the inside. He didn't want to die just yet.

However, the threat of death was not the worst. Jake always believed there had to be something after death, so maybe it wasn't the worst. And even if there was nothing there, it would mean that death would end his suffering and that was comforting in a way. What was much worse was that Lucas could have had every terrible way in the world to kill him. But even that wasn't the worst, no.

The worst thing would be that even though Lucas would kill him, he would still love him. He would still be his brother. In his heart, Lucas would still be the most important person to him.

"Remember when we talked about borrowers?" Lucas smirked and brought the hand that Jake was in closer to himself. Jake gulped.

"Remember how I talked about meals made of borrowers?" his devilish smirk grew "Remember how I said I would eat one while it was still alive? How I would swallow it while it was still alive just to feel it dying in my stomach?".

"I'm b-begging y-you Lucas" Jake sobbed between heavy breaths and tears "Spare m-me".

"Nah, i don't think i will, lil' creature" the human smiled with his sharp teeth, looking down at the scared being in his hands.

Before Jake knew it, the hand he was in moved closer to Lucas' mouth. The human licked his lips.

"Any last words, lil' creature?" Lucas laughed.

Jake began to fall into the large monster's mouth. In the last seconds before colliding with the giant fangs of death, he shouted: "Lucas, please don't! Please Lucas!"

"HEY"

Jake looked around himself. He was sitting on Lucas' bed, the boy was sitting next to him, they were both human sized, and Lucas looked terrified.

"W-what's g-going on h-here?!" Jake shouted in horror, looking around and then directly at the human.

"Calm down, dude, you were only daydreaming for a moment and you scared me" said the boy, showing his friend to breathe.

"W-what..?"

"Well, we were playing video games and you won, remember? Then you suggested we have a conversation, you wanted to talk about something. I was waiting for you to say what it was all about, but you started daydreaming, sat quietly and thought about something and didn't react to me at all for a good 15 minutes, until tears just started falling down your cheeks. That's why I raised my voice, I'm sorry, but you scared me" Lucas tried to explain the situation.

Jake's eyes widened and he rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears "Sorry, I was a little lost in thought, I didn't want to scare you Lucas, you're my best friend."

Lucas smiled widely, "You're my best best friend too."

"So what did you want to talk about Jake?"

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Thank you for reading! I hope you have enjoyed their story. Sorry for not posting for a long time, I hope new posts will make up for it❤️

Caught 1/3

!Warning!

Fear, angst, pain, cursing, mention of drugs, g/t, graphic story of a crazy giant, mention of fatal vore, a mention of someone being suicidal, ¿gigantophobia?, trauma, bad response dough to fear

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The world was not normal anymore. Everything started 15 years ago afer a yet another global pandemic. Some have passed away, some barely had any changes due to the illness but 1/14 of the population between 1 and 21 became really infected.

You see, it was not a typical disease. Sure, for some it was like a cold but those unfortunate young people who had the right genetic basis for the mutation of the disease were practically cursed. The mutation caused those sick people - depending on a person - either to shrink up to 3-4 inches or grow up to even 60 feet tall.

It took the doctors a few months to find medication to help control the sudden changes of size, but the illness was proven to be incurable. Medication could only help control the size changes slightly better but couldn't fully stop it.

Present time

In this crazy world there was only one thing that wasn't crazy.

"Hunter!" Nate yelled while chasing his best friend. The young boys were friends since they were 8 so now it was a decade of friendship. Their relationship was the only normal thing in the world: no lies, no envy just pure platonic love and..

"Give me back my phone, you psycho!"

Pranks.

"I'm gonna text her" Hunter laughed after unlocking his best friends phone "I'm finally gonna tell Evie that you have a crush on her!"

In a world full of the so called 'size shifters' (they could just call them weriedos in Nates opinion), so basically giants and tinies, having a friend like Hunter was a blessing. Well, at last Nate though that. Hunter didn't have too many friends becouse he wasn't very out going and could come off as cold sometimes but he was surely the sweetest, gentleman ever. Nate on the other hand was the most troublesome kid all middle and high school. He would always ruin something, say something rude to a teacher, skip classes, fail exams..

At last Hunter cared about him. And Nate cared about Hunter as well.

You could practically call them brothers at that point. 10 years of friendship? That sounds like 'forever' is ahead of them. Well.. it was.

This unfortunate day Nate has gotten a 'brilliant' idea: surprise (and scare) Hunter by coming out of his closet (no double meanings) as he returns home from soccer practice.

Everything was going well. Hunters mom bought the lie that Nate was supposed to wait for Hunter in his room and she left the house. Nate didn't have too much time before he heard Hunter opening the front door. He quickly jumped into the closet and closed the door, leaving just a tiny gap, so he could see what was happening on the outside.

The closet was dark, full of clothes and other stuff all around. Those things were nothing special: t-shirts, pants, caps, headphones, medication.. Wait, hold on.

Medication?

"Why does he have pills in there?" Nate though, grabbing the bottle. His mind raced with thoughts. It was too dark for him to figure out what kind of medicine was in the bottle. It was weried. Hunter wasn't sick. Well, at last Nate didn't know anything about that. He didn't have allergies, he didn't have asthma, never even needed pain killers...

"What if those are like drugs?" Nates heart skipped a beat. It would explain why Hunter wouldn't tell him. Maybe he was ashamed that he was an addict?

No, drugs didn't make any sense. Hunter wouldn't have done that. That's something pretty much impossible to happen.

"Maybe he is sick and doesn't wanna tell me because it's terminal"

Now Nate felt like he was going to puke. What if this was something serious? What if Hunter would-?

Just as he was about to create next 2000 scenarios, Hunter entered the room.

"Crap" Nate gasped "I forgot about the prank!"

He wasn't in the mood for pranks anymore. He was supposed to scare Hunter but..

As Hunter sat on his bed, he called Nate out.

"I can see you, dumbass, you know?"

Nate signed and then slowly opened the closets door and stepped out. His best friend didn't seem very surprised.

"You idio-" The boy began to speak, but stoped mid sentence as he saw what was in his friends hands. He got pale. He became completely paralyzed. He was..

Scared?

Nate didn't understand his expression. Surely, he couldn't have scared him. Hunter saw him. He wasn't as sly as normally. So why would he react this way?

He then looked carefully at his best friends expression. Hunters eyes flickered between Nates face and.. the bottle in his hand.

How could he have forgotten about that?

He looked down into his hand. Finally the light hit the white bottle with few simple blue words written on it.

Remedium Gigantismus.

"Heck of a weried name for a pill" Nate thought before he saw the smaller, English words.

A pill to help control morphing into a giant.

His eyes widden and he gasped.

Gigantismus. That means..

"A giant.." he mumbled under his breath. How was it possible he didn't realize earlier? He looked back at Hunter with wide, confused eyes.

Hunter stared at him looking almost terrified.

"Nate.." Hunters voice was a little shaky and he acted with a lot of caution "Let me-"

"Why the hell do you have those pills?" Nate spoke defensively. It felt surreal. Hunter never behaved like that. He never kept secrets. He most surely wouldn't be a fucking monster.

"Bro, I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner" the other boys brown eyes flickered with shame. He took a step into Nates direction but the shorter, blue-eyed one took a step back. Hunter was visibly shocked and hurt by that.

"What..? What the hell do you mean?" Nate still couldn't get that thought into his head. There had to be a different explanation. Hunter was not a freaking beast. He wasn't a man-eater. He wasn't one of those crazy giants that morph into their true size in the middle of a city to crush buildings, murder people and traumatize thoese who remain alive. Hunter wasn't like the one that did that to Nate.

"Nate, I really wanted to tell you. But after the accident in the gallery..." Right.

It all happened 4 years ago. Nate was in an art gallery with his so called girlfriend. She was his first crush. It was a great experience untill.. Unexpectedly one boy, barely older than them morphed into a giant. He crushed the building completely, walls fell down, floors broke into parts, the rooftop fell on top of many people, crushing them. The beast - the giant looked down at all those humans. He had an evil grin and the demonic stare that Nate still had nightmares of. The giant grabbed people like they were toys, bugs, pests even. He didn't hesitate to murder and eat all humans that he could reach. Hell, he even ate the girl that went out with Nate. Nate would forever remember those giant hands, the beasts stare, the blood flowing down his mouth and hands. Nate only survived because he was under a pile of fallen materials and wasn't visible to the monster. Even though he didn't die, he could still hear the delight in the beasts voice as he enjoyed the consumption of people, which made Nate feel dead inside. After the "accident", as everyone else refered to it, he became suicidal, had nightmares about giants almost every night but most importantly began to hate giants with all his heart. Hell, not only giants. All of those freaking weriedos that change their sizes. His therapist couldn't help him. Noone really could. The accident ruined him mentally and that could not be repaired. But Hunter was by his side after that terrifying, traumatizing experience. He was the only one who understood how much Nate hated thoese freaking monsterous giants and was the only one accepting the fact without telling him that "one situation doesn't define the whole species" or other shit people told him. They were murderers. Giants were murderers. Nothing more.

But now.. even Hunter wasn't on his side.

"Tell me it's not what I think it is" Nate almost begged at this point. He was so angry, so confused and so unbelievably terrified "Tell me you're not a monster!!"

Hunters eyes became glossy, his voice was shaky, he didn't want to lose his best friend "Nate, please.. I got infected 6 years ago. I didn't tell anyone but my parents and doctors. I wanted to.. I wanted to tell you but my parents told me it was a bad idea. And later the accident happened.. I didn't want you to hate me. I didn't want you to hear me" he tried to explain as he was slowly breaking down.

Nate felt his heart beat faster, his breath quickened, his hands trembled as he held the bottle firmly, his mind was filled with thoughts, he couldn't control the growing rage.

"Are you a fucking giant?!" Nate yelled at Hunter, visibly furious and panicked, somehow at the same time. He felt like he was going to puke. His head hurt. And his heart? It stung so freaking bad that he thought he was going to have a heart attack.

Hunter stood there, quiet for a secound before nodding. He looked ashamed. Hurt even. He knew he shouldn't have kept this a secret but let's be honest, if he told Nate would they continue being friends? Obviously no. Hunter just didn't want to lose him. He couldn't even bare the thought..

They both kept quiet for a few seconds, the first thing to break the silence was the sound of the bottle falling down onto the floor.

"How could you..?" The blue-eyed began to speak.

"Nate, please, it doesn't have to change anything-" Hunter spoke even though he didn't believe those words himself. His heart was pounding like crazy. He took two more steps into his best friends direction.

"Get away from me you monster!!" Nate snapped as he took a few steps back, visibly frighten by Hunter.

They have been friends for a freaking decade and now Nate was terrified of him.

Hunter broke down. Tears began to fall down his cheeks. He wasn't a monster.

"Please don't call me that" he whispered as he began to sob and cry louder. Just a secound later he ran off the room and out of the house leaving Nate all alone.

The boy collapsed onto the floor, sitting there stunned, shocked and scared. He couldn't understand the situation. It was unbelievable. How didn't he notice? Was Hunter faking their friendship? Would Hunter hurt him?

No, of course not. That was Hunter. His Hunter.

Nate stood back up and took a deep breath. He tried to regain his composure. His body was reacting before his mind was. He knew, deep down, that even if Hunter was a giant, he would never ever hurt him, but the trauma made him react on instinct, without thinking straight. As soon as Hunter was out of sight it was easy for Nate to feel calmer and regain his thoughts.

"How could I have been so cruel to call him a monster? I fucking made him cry" he thought as he stood up. When the fear began to fade away he realized what he had done. His behavior was unforgivable. Hunter was right about not telling him - Nate didn't take that information well. Hunter had every right to keep this to himself for the sake of their friendship.

"I have to fix this" Nate though as he realised he wouldn't loose his best friend like that. Not becouse he called him names. Not becouse of a sickness. Maybe the could find a way to make it work? He would sure as hell try, becouse Hunter was the most important person in his life.

Being truthful Nate doubted that they could still be best buddies. He wouldn't- couldn't be friends with a giant. But he also couldn't think about it now. It wasn't just a giant, it was Hunter. He needed to find him and apologize to him.

He ran after him, trying to find a direction he suspected the boy would choose. He knew his favorite forest spots and that's exactly where he went.

After almost 40 minutes of looking for Hunter, Nate has found him. He was sitting on a tree branch, sobbing. Nate approached him, fear growing back in his body as well as tention, but he wouldn't give up so easily.

"Hey man.." Nate began to speak. The sudden sound must have startled Hunter because he fell down as he turned around to see who was speaking.

Before he could say anything the earth began to shake and he began to grow.

Nate soon remember what he had learned in health class - strong feelings might cause a size-shifter to morph uncontrollably.

Nate looked up with wide eyes as his best friend was transformed into a 60ish foot tall giant beast.

"N-Nate..?" Hunter mumbled uncertainty as he realised he had grown, looking at his now tiny best friend.

Nope.

Nate turned around and began to run as fast as he could. He wouldn't be cought by a giant.

"Wait, Nate, please!!"

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New family 1/?

! Warning !

swearing, angst, fear, step-family, g/t family, abuse, mention of abusive giants, gigantophobia, mention of the character being religious, sickness

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I was fucked.

I'm sorry for using that kinda language but I really was. You see, my whole life has been destroyed by thoese damn giants.

Sorry, I don't think I introduced myself yet, I'm Zack.

Me and my mom were always a team. After my dad has passed away when i was 6 she was the only person important to me. It was basically us two against the whole world.

Something that might also be important for you to understand my story is the fact that we live in a world full of humans (like my and my mom) and giants. Giants are.. humanoid 60-ish feet tall creatures. Easily to say - their dangerous. The government rightfully understood the danger and the fear of us humans and created 'human-only' zones, cities, countries even. There were also a few 'giant-only' zones, but I'm not really sure why. It's not like the giants would fear us. Most of the places thoese enourmous beasts live are simply 'mixed-zones', places where both humans and giants can live. Thank God that me and my mom always lived in a 'human-only' zone. I was always skeptical and yeah, terrified of giants.

My mom was different though. Maybe she was just dumb (sorry for saying that mama) but she just couldn't sense danger. She worked in a company that required her to sometimes travel to 'mixed-zones' or 'mixed-cities'. I was always opposed to that but she.. enjoyed it. She even said that she made some giant "friends". I never believed in their honesty though.

But what changed my life once and for all, had happened when I was just 16. Well, going on 17 already, but yeah, still 16.

I never ever once questioned my mom's romantic life after my dad has passed away. She just.. never acted like she wanted to start a new relationship. And I was very okay with that.

But one unfortunate day, just after she came home from one of her business trips she told me that she has got a boyfriend.

That was weried to know, I mean c'mon, picturing your mom having a crush, dating, falling in love etc. is just.. weried and kinda disgusting if you ask me.

Of course, I questioned her and soon I reaveled her secret.

"Zack, I have been dating him for a little over a year. I was just scared of how you might react. But now, I must tell you since.. he proposed."

That felt like I was stabbed straight into the heart. How could she have kept having a boyfriend a secret from me for so long? Why would she? Being lied to by her felt horrible. I thought we were a team - we always told echother everything. But I guess I was wrong.

Really soon I found out that my mom's boyfriends (and now fiances) name is Andrew, that he was just slightly older than her and had two sons about my age, he was also a widower, and according to my mom, we had much in common.

I really couldn't understand why my mom would keep her boyfriend a secret. Untill she revealed she wanted for us to move in with him and his sons. I mean, she had a lot of planing to do, as she was soon to get married again, so that was kinda understandable. I wasn't opposed to moving into a new home, but changed my mind really quickly when my mom reaveled that our new home would be in a mixed-city. I mean, I was never even in that kind of a city, never even seen a giant in real life and was hella terrified of them! She should've understood me. Before she 'fell in love' she always has.

I asked her a milion times if Andrew and his sons can't just move in with us but she always found some excuse. Once, our house was too small, then his older son didn't want to switch universities, another time Andrew was scared of loosing the job. It was always a stupid excuse. Untill she finally reaveled the truth.

You see, Andrew, my mom's husband-to-be was a giant. And so were his sons.

To say that I was mad and scared was an understatement. I felt lied to. I felt like I was being dragged into something I didn't want to be a part of. I, understandably, questioned the honesty of my moms relationship, which angered her the most. I was angry with my mom for over two weeks after finding out about the size of my soon to be step-family and barely spoke with her. I couldn't be away from her for long though and forgave her, but in my heart I still had plenty of doubts.

My friends didn't help ease my fear. I told my best buddies at school and the stories they have told me only made me more afraid and suspicious of the said Andrew and all giants at that point.

"Don't y'all remember Joseph from middle school? He moved to a mixed-city with his parents. He was stepped on by a giant and died!"

"That's nothing compered to what happened to Amy. A quick death is better than being tortured. She is my cousin. She moved to a mixed-zone because she wanted to go to a better collage. One of her giant male classmates kidnaped her and done horrifying things to her. Once she was found she had missing limbs, many scars.. She was mentally, physically and sexually abused by him for months, untill they found the giant. And he barely got any jail time for that! She's still in mental health hospital!"

"My dads best friend Thomas was freaking eaten alive!"

Yeah, I think 3 stories is enough to give you the idea of how freaking terrified I was of the said 'step-family'. Some might say I am a specist (a person that discriminates based on the species (giant and human)) but I wouldn't agree. I don't really think that a human can be a specist becouse we are in the more vaunurable position. Also, I don't hate giants becouse of their size. I hate and fear them because of how brutal and cruel they are towards humans. Maybe a giantophobe would be a more appropriate term for me.

That day was the worst day in my entire life. And it's really hard to beat the day my dad had passed away.

We sold the house. We were at the airport. All ready to go to a mixed-city, over the wall that the government made.

Mom was all smiley and happy, her nose never leaving her phone.

"Andrew texted me that he and his boys are at their side of the barrier already, waiting for us. They can't wait to meet you!"

Right, didn't I mention that they all knew echother, but me?

"I just can't wait to show you the city and our new home!"

I was standing there quiet. No matter how many times I told my mom that i don't agree with her choice of dating a giant or for the fact that I didn't want to move away into a mixed-city she would always say that I will change my mind once I overcome my fear. Hell, I would.

I held my bag closely, trying to hold onto whatever I have not to lose my composure. I was terrified and angry, sure, but showing thoese giants from the start that they have some power over me, even though it was obvious, wasn't something I would do. At last, if I could hide my emotions.

Just a few minutes before our flight, a flight in the opposite direction landed. I saw all those humans, coming back from the mixed-city, most of them seem okay. That made me confused and curious. Would it really be all that bad?

Untill I saw a girl, probably my age, on a wheelchair. I mean, there is nothing wrong with disabled people, don't get me wrong, but she was crying so she easily got everyone's attention. A woman run up to her.

"Mom!" The girl sobbed, opening her arms to hug her mother. The woman tried calming the girl down but she just kept crying and screaming "It was just supposed to be a student exchange program!! This scary giant crushed my legs!"

The girls voice echoed in my head. It was different to hear stories of distant people, but to see someone hurt by thoese monsters in front of my own eyes was completely different.

Even my mom lowered her phone and looked at the girl with pity in her eyes. I prayed to the Lord to open her eyes and return home safely with me.

"Poor girl" she signed "That must have been a.. horrible accident".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Accident?" I looked at my mom angrily, finally letting my emotions out "A giant crushed her legs".

"Honey, I'm sure they didn't mean to.." she looked at me, somewhat shocked at my defensiveness. I shouldn't have expected her to understand. She just simply couldn't sense danger. And that could get both of us killed.

"Her legs were crushed by a giant, mom!" I raised my voice, even so slightly as I couldn't believe how blinded she was by her feelings.

"Zack, calm yourself down" she looked at me more strictly now, as I was getting other peoples attention. I couldn't bare the thought of how stupid this all was. I just wanted to be home. Or anywhere at that point. Anywhere but in a spece where giants were allowed.

"You-" I began to speak.

"The flight 16-399Bhc** is preparing to take off. We ask all the passengers to board the plane within 5 minutes. Thank you and have a good flight" said a voice from the speaker.

"That's our flight!" My mom cheered up and grabbed my arm, pulling me as she ran to the plane.

She was so excited it made me feel like I was gonna puke.

Don't get me wrong, I always loved planes but this time I felt uneasy. My whole body was shaking ever so slightly, I felt like I was about to puke, I swear I heard my heart pumping blood, my head was spinning..

That can easily be called my worst ever flight.

After we landed I needed a good 15 minutes in the bathroom to regain my composure.

"Honey, are you alright?" I heard my mom knocking "Are you sick?"

"I'm fine mama, I'll be okay" I mumbled, though I didn't feel like I was going to be okay for at last next few hours. I was also convinced my life was about to end so why bother worrying my mom. But before I cross the barrier of the airport, I didn't have to see or interact with any giants. Maybe me feeling sick was actually a gift from God to give me more time to get ready for what was about to come? As I was almost ready to go I hear my mom speaking:

"Honey, are you sure? I texted Andrew and he and Ethan are worried sick. They can drive us to a hospital"

And then I got sick again at the mention of the giants.

Oh, you might not know who is who. Andrew is my moms 45 year old husband-to-be, but I'm sure I have spoke about him already. Ethan is his older son, he was 21 back then. His younger son - Ryan - was 17.

After, what appeared to me as a minute and to my mom as an hour I finally could exit the bathroom.

My mom rushed me, saying that the boys have been waiting for us long enough. I was feeling less and less okay. I couldn't keep my emotionless demeanor. My eyes felt heavy, my heartbeat fasten as well as my breathing, my legs were shaky and I was not able to say even one word.

As I saw the enourmous glass wall behind which were a ton of giants, I felt like I was going to faint.

Or simply turn around and run.

My mom stopped in her trucks and looked at her phone. After maybe three seconds of reading what I supposed was a message form Andrew she looked into the direction of 3 giant men waiting and her eyes started to freaking sparkle and her smile grew.

She then looked at me and pointed in the direction of thoese giants, who weren't looking at us, thank God.

"That's Andrew! And Ethan and Ryan!" She said with an excited expression.

Andrew was surprisingly the shortest of the group. He had brown hair that were turning grey, a short beard, thick glasses, a blue sweater and more elegant pants. He was overall a handsome middle-aged dude, if it wasn't for the fact he was freaking enormous.

Ethan was talking with him. He had fluffy brown hair and was slightly taller than his dad. He had a few freckles and dimples on his cheeks, his smile was truthfully welcoming. His white hoodie also looked very comfy.

The tallest one was the youngest - Ryan. He had black, short hair, a pierced ear and stylist clothes. If he would have been a human, he looked like one of the popular kids that you always look up to. I really liked the belt he had, same with the rings on his fingers.

All three giants had the same eye color - hazel.

My mom grabbed me again and pulled me into the direction of the glass wall that was the last thing keeping me outside of the reach of giants. She looked so happy to see them that it was hard to recognize her. She only ever smiled at me like that before.

Soon enough, we were close to the exit of my comfort zone. My fear only grew as we were closer to the giants. It was still probably about 20 feet between us and the door when Andrews eyes rested on us. I felt the enourmous gaze and felt like I was stung. Soon both his sons eyes locked on me and my mom. She realized quickly and slowed down with the running. She then waved at them. Andrew and Ethan waved back. Ryan stood there, looking maybe a little conflicted but surely also kinda annoyed.

At that point I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. My heart ached. As well did my head. My legs were shaky. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath correctly.

If you think you're not socially awkward, three giants looking down at you with their enourmous eyes, almost scanning you as if you were an insect would change your mind right away. And if you are socially awkward like me? Well, you would feel as if you were just about to die.

My mom rushed me again, ready to exit the safe space, that only allowed humans. I walked behind her, but I wasn't as excited or as fast. Partly, becouse I wanted to be out of the giants reach for as long as I could and partly becouse I was feeling worse and worse.

To be honest, I don't know what was making me feel bad. Maybe it was all the emotion, fear, anger and all, maybe it was my mental health killing me and shouting at me that danger was close, maybe it was the horrible flight, maybe it was my body being sick. I don't know.

What I do know is, each step I took, the more powerless I felt. My legs felt to weak to hold my bodyweight.

My mom was already by the exit door when she turned around to rush me again. I was maybe 7 feet behind her, still surrounded by the enourmous gazes of those three giants, two of which were smiling. Their smiles made me sick in my stomache, but Ryan who was the only one not smiling made me feel ever worse somehow.

I totally expected my mom to yell at me to hurry up, based on how excited she seem but she just stared at me for a secound with wide worried eyes and then returned to me.

"Are you okay honey? You don't seem too good"

I wanted to answer her but it came out as a soft yelp. I thought I was going to puke again.

Faces of the giants became more serious and worried. I didn't like that expression either, to be honest.

I looked back at mom as she reached out to me and raised her hand to my shoulder for comfort probably.

"Are you scared Zack? Is that it? Because if it is, I assure you, they won't hurt us. Ever." She spoke in a soft, quiet voice. Her expression didn't show anger but she looked more understanding than any other moment of the past few weeks. She spoke with such confidence I could have believed her.

Well, I maybe even would have if I didn't faint.

Because just a moment after she spoke my vision went black and my body felt weak. The last think I remember before fainting were thoese scary gazes and my mom yelling:

"Zack!"

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the 1st part!

2 posts in less than 24 hours is wild for me but I’m so happy I’m drawing so much ^^!

Anyways if y’all happened to see the comic I posted yesterday this two are the same characters, Hunter and Owen I just changed the big guys design :), from now on the character is gonna look like that, even in part 2 of the comic, it kinda ruins the continuity but I didn’t like the old designs that much :/

I wanna draw more of my ocs so please if there is anything y’all want to know please ask me !!

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hi my name is anzu but you can call me erin im a 14 year old and i adore g/t content! (sfw).

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Tiny Issue

Chapter 1

Julian took a role as a teacher at a giant school, he didn't know it was a giant school. Now, he was going to struggle with half the stuff he was going to teach, and he was going to have trouble getting the kids to listen to him, since they weren't going to take him seriously. He was a size-shifter, so if he shifted into a giant every few hours for class, he should be fine.

And on break, he could shrink down for the time being and, hopefully, no one would figure out that he was a size-shifter. His first day in the school all went well. Most of the students were on task and respectful. He enjoyed it so far, besides one student. They were so disrespectful and slept during class. He would give him lunch detention, but then he wouldn't have his shrinking time.

A few months went by, and he loved school! Until, one day, a teacher complained he wasn't giving a proper punishment to Kyle, and if he didnt start giving him detention, he'd tell the principal, getting him fired, so he had no choice but to do so. During the middle of class, Kyle had walked in late, and Julian got ready to lecture him. Julian stood up and glared at Kyle “Kyle, you now have detention with me.” he said sternly and Kyle rolled his eyes.

“How come you're giving me it now, but you never did before?” Kyle yelled clearly annoyed “Because I tried to give you chances. You messed that up, and I'm tired of you taking advantage of it. Stay after class.” Kyle groaned and went to his seat to go fall asleep.

~!After class!~

Julian didn't think this should be that bad. The kid practically sleeps all day! He sat at his desk grading papers, until he was sure Kyle was asleep. He peeked, and the boy looked like he was sleeping, so he took his chances. He shrunk, climbing down the chair in case the boy was awake and assumed he went out for a minute. He went under his desk; it was one that didn't show from the other side so he should be good.

After a few minutes of relaxing, Julian heard Kyle rise from his seat. He thought he was just going to leave, but instead, it's like Julian’s life was cursed. Kyle walked to his desk and sat on the spinning chair. He heard clicks, and he froze. He needed to stop him either way, small or not, he shouldnt touch my stuff!

Julian stood up, trembling at the large boots in front of him. He walked forward, and tugged at the boy's pant leg. “Kyle Richardson, I know you're not touching my stuff!!” He yelled, crawling from out of the desk, and grew he pulled him out of his seat, glaring at him as the boy just watched in shock. “Holy shit, were you just an inch tall, or something?!” Kyle yelled, and stared at Julian “I don't know what you mean.” He said sitting down with an evil grin stretched across his lips. “Now go back to your seat, you sound crazy.” Julian said.

The next couple of days, Julian brought coffee to school for energy incase Kyle tried to stalk him to see if Julian was actually small. After those days, he was in the clear again.. At least he thought he was.. A week passed by, and he thought he was clear, until Kyle walked into his room and sat down. “I'll take my detention here, if you don't mind. Julian was so tired he barely got to sleep last night. Having him in here, he could accidentally shrink..

“Uhm Kyle, you know you don't have detention. Why are you here?” He said, glaring at him. This boy was ruining his whole routine. “Oh, but I think I deserve it. I've been very bad lately,” Kyle said, smirking. He wondered what the boy was up to, but shrugged it off “Fine, but be quiet.'' Julian said while pulling out a stack of papers what was he supposed to do?! He had no coffee on him, which was awful.

While he was grading papers, Kyle got up sitting at a desk more in the front. Julian ignored it, and black dots slowly filled his vision, but he shook it away. He groaned, and just as he started falling asleep again, he shrunk right then and there! Kyle quickly got up and looked in the leathery seat “I knew I wasn't crazy!” He yelled and grinned. He started spinning the chair to make him dizzy, and Julian soon passed out.

Julian slowly woke up. It was pretty dark, and he felt around as much as he could. It felt like denim? He groaned, then suddenly all the memories flashed back. He started screaming for someone, and he was pulled out of a pocket. He froze as he was brought up to a pair of two beautiful emerald eyes. He stared back in silence, and realized it was Kyle. “Kyle, put me down this instant!!” He yelled, super tense. Kyle did so, and dropped him on a wooden desk. He hit his head hard, and sat up. He tried growing, but it's like every time he tried, nothing worked. He looked at his neck, and his eyes widened, seeing a collar around his neck.

“What the fuck, Kyle?!” He yelled, terrified, and began to tremble. “What's wrong, Mr. Heart, you're not scared, are you~?” He said calmly, and poked at Julian, who just flinched. “Awe, what happened to the calm and confident Mr. Heart. Actually, can I call you Julian, instead?” Julian stared at him, and backed away before being picked up “I went through your computer.” Julian paused, feeling stupid “Well, what the fuck do you want with me?!”

Kyle began to smile. “Nothing. This is just a punishment for lying.” Julian glared at him. He was getting tired of these jokes “Okay, that's enough, kid. I need to get home. I have a life too, you know!?” He screamed, and squirmed out of his hand, falling in his lap, standing up to climb down his pant leg, but he didn't have time, so he just jumped.

He started running, terrified. He made it under the desk, and hid there. Kyle got to his knees, and peeked under, annoyed, and tried to reach for him.

Julian hissed in pain as his leg began to bleed, he’d just hurt himself jumping from that far of a distance. Running only made it worse, luckily kyle wasn't smart enough to move the desk he backed into a coroner scared for life. Hot tears began to form in his eyes as the pain in his leg only gotten worse when julian wasn't paying attention to anything but his leg he didn't realize kyle had grabbed him until he was already in his fist

Kyle looked pretty mad but didnt do anything, silently putting him in his pocket again he groaned as he was shoved in. Julian’s leg still hurt so he just ignored Kyle and started using his coat to wrap his wound.

~!Later!~

Tears poured down his face, he tried not to pay attention to his wound. He started yelling when he was being grabbed from the pocket. He was brought back to kyles cold eyes. They slowly led down to his leg “Ah your hurt.”

he rolled his eyes before throwing him down onto the desk, “maybe if you listened you wouldn't be hurt.” Kyle hissed slamming his hand to the table, letting a small smirk spread. “How about a game,” grinning before grabbing his leg. Kyle dangled Julian in the air before grabbing some pin tacks. Kyle held him upright, using the pin tacks to pin him to his billboard.

kyle sat down and grinned, poking him with the pencil as he squirmed around. “Soon you’ll be fired and forgotten forever, therefore you will be with me.”

Julian froze, hearing those words left him speechless. He continued to struggle, looking back into his kidnappers' emerald eyes knowing he was doomed.

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Quiet pt 3

CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements, swearing

// Sorry for the wait, I hope you all enjoy this part <3 //

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

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Humans are complex.

They weren’t simple like nature’s animals. Those creatures who ran on their instinct, who didn’t do anything with a moral compass in mind. Doing what was needed to continue to survive.

Humans didn’t have instinct. Well.. they didn’t rely on their instinct at least. The little one he’d managed to catch seemed to snap into a primal state when it noticed he’d been watching it. The shift in manner was truly fascinating. He wanted to know more about it, wanted to get to know this one better He wasn’t going to let another mistake take this one away from him.

Humans were delicate creatures. Delicate and yet, if pushed far enough, their delicacy makes way for a lethal type of anger.

He didn’t like it when humans were mad at him.

He didn’t want this one to be mad at him anymore. He just wanted…

…

…

The first thing George felt when he finally came-to was intense spikes of cold chills running down his back.

He felt like he was on a cold, swaying hammock made of firm yet plush material. He was laying in an awkward position on his back with his limbs splayed out in odd ways. A groan sounded from his chest as he pulled his arms in on himself, a shiver going through him like an electric shockwave.

Realization struck him like lightning.

He all but threw himself up, sitting on his knees as his eyes darted around his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was how high he was compared to the trees, reaching nearly the top of them from where he sat. He noticed a small squirrel climbing up the side of one, looking over as if to mock him.

He regretted looking down. Not because he saw exactly how high he was, no, but because he was instead met with that familiar dark black he’d grown to fear.

Still not completely awake and aware, he scooted back trying to get away from it, but sadly realized it was everywhere. Fearful gasps and sobs escaped his mouth as he finally, reluctantly, looked up to see just what he expected, yet dreaded, to see.

There it was again. That monstrous green gaze tracking his every move as if he were the subject of an experiment. To be fair, to this thing he probably was. He was just a curiosity. A lab rat who sadly got caught and was now going to be forced to comply with any test the monster wanted to run. He couldn’t hold back a pathetic whimper as he pulled away from the green abyss’ lingering just above him in favor of shutting his eyes and burying his face in his hands. The size difference made this all the worse. Even while being held up to its chest in its deathly cold palms, it still towered over him like Godzilla.

A strangled sob had him opening his teary eyes to look around at anything but the monster. The sky wasn’t much different from before he passed out so he must’ve only been out a few minutes at the most.

“Please.. what ever you’re doing just get it over with..” His meager voice choked out a beg as he looked down at his knees. “I can’t stand this anymore. I want it to be over!” His lip quivered as he pleaded for mercy, his fingers curling into tight fists as he let wet tears stain his red cheeks once more.

There was a clicking sound from within the beast’s chest, its hands shifted slowly.

George braced himself for the impact of a fist crushing his body, or the feeling of being bitten in half by spit-soaked fangs. He waited, he waited. Hell, he even longed for something to happen. He just wanted it to be over.

And then he was moving.

Well, they were moving.

George’s eyes shot open as he turned to face away from the monster, and toward the trees. He was right, they were on the move. He couldn’t help but notice they were wandering away from the direction where the monster’s burrow-thing was. His fear gave way to confusion in the blink of an eye. He wanted to send a questioning look to the beast, but as he went to turn a puff of its breath hit his head, and he quickly aborted mission. He wasn’t going to face the thing unless he had to, he decided.

It seemed like the monster was moving with intent. For what destination George couldn’t fathom, though he didn’t really want to dwell on that thought either. If he did, he was sure he’d be throwing up leftover chicken into the beast’s palms, and that wouldn’t help his case at all.

So, the Brit just sat tight. Not like he had any other choice anyways. He hugged his knees to his chest as he kept his back from hitting the monster’s chest. As scary as his situation was, the forest actually seemed rather tranquil today. The morning sunrise painted the tall trees with a beautiful hue of color, a big contrast to how intimidating they were in the dark of night. He almost managed to zone-out to the peacefulness, but a deep growling sound from within the monster’s mid-section snapped him back to high alert.

He’d almost forgotten that the thing was hungry.

Why didn’t it eat him? He was so sure that was what it was intending to do back there. It literally had and has him in the palm of its hand. He’s completely defenseless and at its mercy. Did it want to eat him somewhere else? Surely it would take him back to its burrow for that, and they were heading to a completely different place.

A sigh was trapped in his throat as he curled tighter in on himself. He wanted answers, but all he could do right now was sit and wait.

…

…

“LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO!! YOU MONSTER!!”

His bare feet ran across the forest floor, his skin breaking from the sharp rocks and thorns piercing through, letting scarlet red ooze out. He didn’t care about that, he couldn’t even feel any pain. He needed to get George back, away from the monster.

The trees shook violently around him, twisting and turning in spirals, their overbearing shadows casting ink-black over him. A green abyss stared at him as he ran harder, faster, panting with exhaustion as he powered through to get closer.

It stood above him, taller than any living thing should stand, evil intent clear in its lifeless iris as it let out a wicked, deep laugh at his pathetic attempts to save his friend.

Intense vibrations shook his body. and he lost his balance. The ground cracked from his fall, and opened up below his feet, nothing but thick black waiting below to greedily swallow him alive. But he managed to grab ahold of the edge, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding on. A loud yell escaped his throat as he dangled helplessly above the black maw, open and waiting for its meal to fall right in.

He could’ve sworn he smelled blood, and as the thought crossed his mind the platform he was holding onto suddenly became damp, and thick scarlet ran over his hand and trickled down his arm. A scream sounded as he thrashed violently, his body spasming from the fright.

“Sapnap…”

His name echoed against the trees, who now towered over him, their leaves shaking from the intense wind that had started up. After a failed attempt at hoisting himself up, the boy was left with no choice but to let his eyes follow the sound of his voice. His gaze traveled down, down…

Only to be met with the sight of George. The boy was laying on his back, limbs splayed out in awkward positions. The blood dripping off of Sapnap traveled down to George, making small puddles on his forehead. The Brit didn’t seem to mind it, though. George only seemed to care about staring up at Sapnap, his face unreadable as Sapnap tried to call his friend’s name. “George! George!!” His voice cracked with exhaustion as his body swayed tens of feet over the frozen body of his friend.

“You left me to die.” George whispered the words, but they still shook the trees above him with its might.

“No! No, George- I- I didn’t mean for this to happen!!” He pleaded with the Brit. His hand was slipping, the blood was making him lose his grip. He kicked his legs with distraught as he tried to grab the edge with his other hand. When that failed, he looked back down at George. “I don’t want you to die!”

“It’s too late. Look what you’ve done to me..” George leaned his head back, it fell back limply, as if he had no strength in his muscles. Suddenly, the Brit was illuminated in bright green. Clawed fingers rose from the darkness around the boy, trapping him in a powerful fist as the evil green eye encompassed the dark abyss with its overwhelming size.

“George!”

“George!”

“…george…”

..

“…sapnap…”

“Sapnap!”

“Nick!”

A tight grip on his shoulder was causing his body to shake as a concerned voice sounded above him. It took Sapnap a moment to register who the voice belonged to, but once he did he was able to calm himself down and sit up.

He let out a groggy groan as he massaged his forehead with a sweaty palm. “Karl..” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he croaked out his friend’s name. “Did I fall asleep?”

Karl removed his hand from his friend’s shoulder as he sat back on his haunches. The boy looked equally as tired, maybe more. Sweat dripped from Karl’s hairline and stained his tank top under his pits and by his chest. And if you couldn’t see the boy’s wrecked state because of the darkness of the room, you’d surely be able to smell it. The putrid stink of sweat and sickness. They’d forgotten the boy’s medication in the car, and neither of them wanted to venture outside for it. Sapnap knew it was messing with Karl to be so unkept, the boy usually showered twice a day, but the current circumstances prevented either of them from their self-care.

“Yeah, about an hour ago.” Karl yawned. “I was gonna let you sleep more but.. looked like you were having a pretty bad nightmare.” Sapnap sighed as he tossed the blanket covering him to the side. Why did Karl have to put everyone before himself? Sapnap didn’t have to sleep as much as the sick boy did, and yet Karl let him indulge in a nap.

“What time is it?” He asked, standing up and off of the old couch he was on. “Five after eight.” Karl murmured, rubbing his blood-shot eyes as he stood with the shorter raven-haired man. “And no, we haven’t heard anything from the police.” He answered before Sapnap even got a chance to ask.

The old lady offered to let the two crash at the check-in cabin while they waited for word from the cops. They were allowed to stay in the secluded living room under the condition that they didn’t touch anything, not even the surplus of empty chocolate bar wrappers scattered around the floor and table tops. Karl asked her why she didn’t clean them up, and she simply responded by saying that they were her wife’s favorite. The room wasn’t much. Just two couches, a small TV with only a handful of cable channels, boarded up windows, a gun rack by the door, and of course the purple chocolate wrappers.

Sapnap murmured to himself as he glanced over at one of the covered windows, his face expressionless as he was lost in deep thought. “Karl..” He finally whispered after a few long seconds, his voice cracking a bit. The other man responded with a questioning hum.

“What’ll we do if we find George?” He asked. The room was filled with deafening silence for a couple heartbeats before a small, “What do you mean?” sounded. Sapnap turned back to Karl, but didn’t look him in the eye. “I mean.. if we go out there, because I know we will eventually, and we find him.. that means we’re gonna find that- that..” Sapnap couldn’t get himself to say the word out loud. “What if it doesn’t give George up? It took him for a reason.. it’s not just going to hand him over in a gift box with a pretty bow on the top after going through all that trouble to stalk and catch him..” He frowned. He could feel that annoying sensation of wetness forming in his eyes as he tried to hold back, tried to be strong.

“What I’m trying to say is… what are we gonna do when he have to confront the monster?”

He looked at his friend now, meeting his gaze with dark eyes. Karl just looked troubled. He was biting his lower lip with apprehension as he seemingly thought on Sapnap’s words. “I..” Karl began, but quickly shut his mouth once more. Speechless. He didn’t know what they’d do either.

Sapnap went to look away once again, but something caught his eye. He took a step forward and his friend looked up at him with expectation that turned to confusion when Sapnap walked right past him. “Sap?” He called, but the shorter man was too fixed on something by the door to pay Karl any mind. Karl furrowed his brows and walked up beside his friend, following his gaze to see what it was locked-on to. But when he realized what Sapnap was looking at, and put two-and-two together, he shoved the man with shock, causing him to stagger over a few steps.

“You want to shoot it?!”

“It’s the only option we have, Karl.” Sapnap responded, looking back at the arrangement of shotguns and rifles sitting out all nice and polished like they were expecting this to happen, expecting to be used. “What do you wanna do? Talk to it? Ask it nicely to release our friend?” He shifted his expression as he began to mock him, “Oh, Mr. Monster, if it isn’t too much trouble could you pwetty pwease put Gogy down?” Sapnap frowned at Karl. “Is that what you wanna do? Huh!?” He put his arms out as his tone raised at the taller man.

“I’m not saying it’s a stupid idea.. I’m just… What if it just pisses it off? A-and it get’s so mad that it kills George? Or us? I’m just saying it seems a little too reckless. I don’t think one little gun is gonna get the job done against a giant monster, Sapnap.” Karl crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away from Sapnap in favor of looking at the floor beside him. “..‘nd we shouldn’t be getting mad at eachother.. that’s not gonna help..” Karl murmured, so carefully Sapnap had to strain to hear him.

Sapnap sighed. He raised an arm and approached Karl, about to rest a hand on his shoulder and apologize before the door to the living room suddenly swung open, causing both men to startle. The old lady stood at the doorway, her eyes wide and alerted.

“What the fuck is wrong with you lady?!? You scared the fu-“ She cut Sapnap off with a stern tone. “The cops called.”

The men froze.

“Somethin’ happened, they think they know where your friend’s been.”

…

…

It’s been making that sound for awhile now. He wasn’t sure how long, but it’s been long enough to completely be rid of his fear in turn for confusion.

Awhile back, toward the start of their journey, George couldn’t stop himself from crying. He’d been in his own head, convincing himself of the worst to come and making himself more fearful. All of the possibilities of how this could turn out bad for him kept swarming and flooding his brain, effectively starting a hurricane of sick worry. After so much buildup he just couldn’t take it anymore. He let out restrained sobbing, doing his best to keep them from turning into loud wails.

He hoped that the monster wouldn’t pay him any mind, but when he kept sobbing into his knees, slowly getting louder despite trying to contain himself, the thing started making that… sound. It still has yet to let up, and George still has yet to decipher what it is.

It was a weird humming noise, so powerful that he could feel the vibrations shaking him. The hums would stop every so once in awhile and the thing would start clicking. Like, very brief chirping sounds that were kind of guttural. As if it had to force those sounds out. It was… odd.

George wanted to say that the sounds were making him feel uneasy but, if he was being truthful, they weren’t. He wouldn’t go as far as to say that they were relaxing but, they weren’t scary at the very least. He couldn’t describe the odd sensations pouring over his body as the sounds continued around him. Regardless, whatever they were, and however they were making him feel, it made him stop crying. And for the rest of their walk, George sat quietly listening to the monster coo at him.

Until it stopped.

When that happened, he could feel the sickness of fear blooming once more in the pit of his chest. George didn’t dare to look back at it, opting to hide his face in his knees once more and hug himself so tight he could feel the circulation in his hands being cut off. Had it finally grown sick of George’s antics? Was it finally tired of pretending to be harmless, and was ready to truly show its sadism?

A grumble startled him, and the feeling of being brought drop startled him even more. He dared to raise his head and look around with his puffy red eyes as he felt his platform jostle him around. He whimpered as the hand holding him lowered to the ground, planting itself there as he felt a large presence loom over him.

George didn’t need to turn around to know that the monster was hovering right above him, staring at him expectantly. It only took the Brit a few moments of hesitation before he (desperately) climbed down from its palm and let his thankful feet touch the solid ground once again. He could’ve laughed with relief, grateful of not being handled anymore, but he was still wary. Why was it letting him down? Where were they? He looked around, studying the trees around them in search of… well, he didn’t know. He guessed he was looking for any indication of where they were, but all he could see was the trees.

A puff of air rustled his hair, George twitching a bit in response. He could feel his heart thumping powerfully in his chest as he finally gave in and forced himself to meet the thing’s gaze again. It was just the same as he remembered it; haunting, lifeless, fixed to his every move… but there was something else in the way it looked at him now. George shifted uncomfortably as he glanced away. “What.. do you want..?” His voice barely reached over the sound of a whisper, but the thing seemed to hear him just fine because it stood back up and moved over, showing George what was hiding behind its massive body.

The edge of the woods. George gasped as he daringly took a few steps forward to see better. There, a few feet away was the road the boys took to get to the cabin resort. If he remembered correctly, this was right by..

His eyes snapped over to the right, and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the convenience store just a little ways from their cabin.

Brown eyes widened as he noticed a car in the parking lot. Someone was in there, someone was working right over there. He was so close to somebody, so close to getting to a phone. If only the monster wasn’t right behind him. If it turned away, even for a moment, he could try to run and-

A yelp unwillingly escaped his lips as his view was suddenly shielded by the big black mass that was the thing’s clammy hand. He took a step back as it crashed to the ground in front of him and curled slightly. For a moment the Brit feared he was being picked up again, but the hand stopped its movements and just stayed situated where it was, cupping George in that place.

He whipped his head around as he felt the monster squat down so it could look more closely at him.

He looked up at the thing with confusion, a rush of worry also coming over him (he’s grown used to feeling worried around this thing now) at the close proximity. He felt claustrophobic, trapped by not only its hand but it’s ginormous face and body. He was also devoid of getting any light in this situation, it’s tar-black skin making him feel as if he were in the bottom of a dark cave.

But this time, instead of being met with the overbearing green eyes staring right at him when he looked up, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the giant was looking away from George. It was digging into a pocket from the fabric of its clothing, searching for something. George cocked a brow as he watched it slightly struggle to find whatever it was searching for. Finally it let out a triumphant grumble as it pinched something small between its fingers and brought it down towards George.

The Brit watched as two large fingers came right before him and placed something on the dirt ground by his feet. George looked down at the object, not knowing what to expect but not imagining it to be anything good. (He half expected a dead animal) But what he saw was about the last thing he was expecting to see. “Uhh.. Wha- why?” He fumbled over his words, trying to decide what to say but ultimately turned out speechless.

He glanced back up at the monster. It was looking at him now, but its usual hollow eyes were now looking at the human with expressive expectation. Like it was …excited?

George looked back down at the empty chocolate wrapper, frowning because he didn’t understand. He glanced back towards the thing’s face and shrugged. “I don’t understand what you want me to do..” George crossed his arms over his body as he shivered slightly. The monster truly gave off no body warmth at all.

George flinched when a finger came back towards him, or the purple wrapper to be specific. It pointed at it for a moment, and then pointed at him. When George didn’t follow, it removed the hand that was cupped around George’s body and looked towards the convenience store. George looked over there as well. There weren’t any new shoppers inside it appeared, and nothing else had changed. A grumble made him look back, and the thing was staring expectantly at him again.

It took a minute of thought, but eventually the Brit came to the conclusion that, “You.. want me to get you more?”

The monster blinked slowly and moved its face closer to George, a gesture the human didn’t appreciate as he took a step back. Nevertheless, it seemed like that was what the monster wanted him to do, so George took a daring step toward the convenience store, looking at the monster for approval. The last thing he wanted to do was misunderstand and anger it.

It seemed content enough, sitting back and looking at him as if to say Yes, please go.

So George did.

He took another step, and then another, and then he was full-sprinting away from the creature and towards the safety of the store.

This was his chance. He was free, he could run inside and explain to the clerk what happened to him and get him to call the police. They’d come and take him away, take him to the safety of his friends. Fuck, he’s never wanted to hug them more in his life. He never thought he’d miss seeing Sapnap’s stupid face and hearing Karl’s goofy laugh but he did. Fuck, he did so much. George began laughing breathlessly as he drew nearer and nearer, the door just in sight. It was there, it was right there. So close he could smell the stale hotdogs and sugary donuts.

But…

He reached the door and placed a hand on it. Why was he pausing? Why wasn’t he running inside, crying out to the clerk and spilling his tragic story? He should be begging him to call the police, to help, to get his friends to…

Tell the police that he was insane.. that some maniacal guy ran into his shop and starting screaming about a giant monster in the woods that kidnapped him.. that he was mental.. And what would George say? Go look in the woods behind the shop! And they might, and if they do they won’t find anything. The monster doesn’t show itself unless it wants to.

The handle to the door was ice cold under his sweaty palm, and he could almost see his breath as he panted with exhaustion.

Sure, he might see his friends again.. but what’ll they say? Surely right now they believe he caused the damage to the cabin. That he went crazy from isolation, thinking there was a monster watching him. Sapnap will never believe him, and Karl will take the boy’s side. And on the off chance they don’t decide to throw him the the mental hospital, and take him home… what would stop the monster from grabbing him again?

It could easily flip a car. Hell, it could pick it up if it so wanted. It’d be easy to rip off the hood and pry him out. Who knows what it’ll do to him then? Who knows what it’d do out of anger? Rip him apart? Torture him? He didn’t want to think about it.

And who knows if he’d get that far? If he takes too long in this shop, what would stop the thing from investigating? From seeing he’s trying to escape it and effectively stopping him by kidnapping him again? And if it did that it would take forever to get back in good spirits with it.. who knows if it’d ever put him down again?

George looked back toward the edge of the woods, and surely enough two bright green eyes stared back at him. It was waiting. It won’t wait for long.

Finally he opened the door, the sound of the bell ringing prompted a vaguely familiar voice to respond. “One second! Hold on I- FUCK HOLD ON!!” He heard something shatter, followed by a loud curse. George blinked a couple of times as he walked to the back of the shop to see a shattered bottle and the store clerk standing over it with disappointment. George cleared his throat and smirked at the man. “Need some help?”

“GEORGE?? Ayyee!! What are you doing here? I thought you little getaway wasn’t gonna be over until the end of the week? Where’s Sapnap and Karl?! HELLOO??” He called to the door as if the other two were standing by it. George just rubbed his hands awkwardly as he shook his head. “They uh, stayed behind. I just need to pick up some chocolate.”

They’d stopped here on their way to the resort, and became quick friends with the hyper store clerk, Alex. Bonding over mutual sleep deprivation was truly a great experience. They even promised the boy they’d stop by before they left.

“Chocolate? That’s in the second aisle, bro. I’d toootally like to chat but let me clean this up real quick!” He laughed as he skipped over to the back employee only room to fetch a broom.

As George walked to the candy aisle, a thought dawned on him. He didn’t have money on him. He didn’t carry cash, and his debit card was back in his bag. If he had his phone he maybe could’ve used Apple Pay but.. he obviously didn’t have that. He didn’t want to steal from Alex, he was such a nice guy. He didn’t deserve that but.. what other choice did he have?

He scanned over the variety of candies on the shelves in search of that specific chocolate with the purple wrapper. When he finally found the off-brand chocolate, he grabbed as much as his hands could carry and started for the door. A voice stopped him. “Alright, man! Now, c’mere and tell me all about the cabin!”

George turned slowly, guilt on his face as Alex waited for him behind the counter, fiddling with the buttons on the cash register as he grinned widely at him. He hesitated, flashing a glance at the door before walking over. “I would, Alex, and I will b-but Karl’s sick and he reeeaally wants this chocolate so I gotta..” His voice faltered, eyes dropping to the floor in guilt. At the same time, his pulse raced with fear. He didn’t have time to be awkwardly standing around. The monster was right outside, waiting for him, expecting him to come back any second. For his sake and Alex’s, he had to make this quick.

He was mentally preparing to sprint out of the door, before Alex spoke up. “Aw man, poor Karl. Actually, you know Sapnap left a twenty here the other night. Idiot didn’t even realize, HAHA! Anyways, that should cover your payment. Tell Karl to get better soon!”

George stared at him for a few moments longer than what was comfortable, but Alex just kept on smiling warmly at him, not affected by the awkwardness at all. “I..” He began, but he stopped himself. If he kept talking he’d spill his true thoughts, and he didn’t want the clerk to be in danger just because he wanted to help George out.. So he shut his mouth and nodded at him, sending a small smile as he headed for the door. But before he left, he turned back and allowed a simple sentence, a last try for help, escape his lips.

“Hey, uh.. You should call the check-in cabin and tell the lady to connect you to Sapnap and Karl. Tell them I stopped by and got the chocolate. I’m sure they’d love to know I’m o- .. they’d love to talk with you.”

And he left before Alex got the chance to reply, running back to the edge of the woods incase the clerk followed him through the door.

His lungs were not made for running like this. They had the capacity to scream at his computer screen and that was about it. He was heavily panting, wiping sweat from his forehead as he looked around for the familiar black mass he called his captor.

When the Brit couldn’t find the monster, he began to grow apprehensive. His heart was just beginning to pound with fear until the ground shook and George was knocked off of his feet and onto his back. A meek yelp caused his face to grow red with embarrassment as he looked up and saw the monster leaning over him, watching him with amusement. George’s lips tightened in an awkward line as he scrambled to stand up. For a brief second, he had the idea that the monster did that to prank him on purpose, but quickly brushed that idea away. There’s no way this thing understood emotion no less pranking, and therefore couldn’t be amused. It was probably just hungry, and happy to see the chocolate bars.

Speaking of which.

George sat the knock-off brand of chocolate on the ground and backed up a few paces, giving the thing room to eat. As soon as George placed the chocolate on the ground, the thing literally squealed and chirped in the highest pitch he’s ever heard it make. It scooted close and dove nose-first onto the pile of sweets, sniffing it enthusiastically.

There was just one thing, how was it going to go about eating them? It had no features on its face except its trademark eyes and nose you could only see when it turned to the side. Never once had George seen a mouth. Was it somewhere else on its body? Hidden under the fabric or maybe even on the other side of its head, under its hair?

Before his theories could develop further, they were quickly put to rest.

The thing suddenly extended its jaw, opening it in an unnaturally wide way, that it if it were a human it would 100% break. From its now open maw, he saw sharp, cloud-white teeth extend from within its gums. He felt like he got cut just from looking at them, the thought and sight alone enough to make his body spasm with anxious shivering. But the worst part, was when its tongue stuck out of it’s mouth to grab the small bars of chocolate and pull them into its mouth like a snake swallowing a mouse. It was long and narrow, and a deep pinkish color that reminded George of flesh. The thing didn’t even bother unwrapping the candy before chowing down, closing its unnatural jaw once more to chew.

When it finally finished indulging itself, it licked its lips clean and looked at George with wide, happy eyes. George himself was pretty sure he’d peed a little after that display, and was sitting in stunned silence, staring back at it dumbfoundedly.

The giant clicked at him a few times before shifting its position to crawl over to the meager human, causing him to shrink in on himself in fear. The thing was looking above him on its knees, either hand resting on their respective sides of George, making the human directly underneath it.

There was a few tense moments that passed before someone made the first move. No surprise it was the monster. It shifted its head closer to George and breathed out a puff of air onto his body. The human frowned, confused and troubled at its out-of-character actions. What was it doing? Was it smelling him? Was it displeased with the taste of the chocolate and was now searching for something more flavorful? The Brit gulped as he scanned its eyes for any emotion, any slight movement that would hint at its intentions.

And then, it’s jaw was unhinging again. George gasped as he whined at the sight, trying to scoot away from the monster but giving up when he noticed how close he was to its hand. “Pl-please no! I can get more! I..” He shrieked as he shielded his face with his hands, looking away in fright and just waiting for the feeling of that snake-like tongue coiling around him, to bring him into the cave of death resting just beyond its rock-sharp fangs.

When that sensation never happened, the Brit moved his hands and stared up at the monster’s face. His jaw was open in silent shock at what he was met with.

The monster’s face, just a few feet above him, had contorted to be flashing a wide mouth of fangs at him, though it’s mouth wasn’t open. He could only see its pearly white teeth, and weirdly crinkled eyes. It barely moved its eyes.. what was it doing? Why did it look so weird? Was it trying to scare him? And why did it look like such an uncanny…

Smile..?

Was it…trying to smile at him?

George’s chest rose in rapid succession, brows furrowed as he stared at the creature, not daring to move.

But it didn’t look like the creature was going to move either. It looked patient, like it was waiting on a specific reaction from George. The Brit had a thought cross his mind, but he hesitated. It was stupid but.. what else could he do?

In the most awkward way possible, in the slowest movements ever, George twisted his face to mimic the monsters smile. Though of course his was more natural and less.. nightmare fuel.

No matter how awkward it made George feel, it seemed to satisfy the monster. It made a high-pitched coo and clicked rapidly at him, it’s jaw opening now as its tongue flicked across George’s face. This caused the human to freeze up, his entire body tensing as the monster closed its mouth and sat up on its knees. George didn’t even get longer than a second to process a thought before the cold hands scooped under him and lifted the Brit up to its chest once more, and began walking off.

It didn’t eat him.

It smiled at him.

It…was being nice to him?

George stole a bold glance up at the monster as he was finally beginning to process the last couple of minutes. It didn’t look back down at him, but the rapid clicking and cooing noises it was making was more than enough to let George know it was indeed happy.

What’s happening? Is that all it wanted from George? For him to get it candy? But it seemed to be treating him so…friendly. Like it was trying to win over the human’s favor.

But it kidnapped him, stalked him like a cat to a mouse!

But did it understand that? Did it understand that it couldn’t just take people? If it could understand happiness then surely it could understand fear. It knew he was scared, but did it think it could calm him down? Make him relax? But why would it go through all that trouble?! Did it want a pet? Did it just want to experiment with a human?

Or maybe..

Did it want.. a friend?

…

…

omg part four coming soon 😎

The gift. 1/2

Today was Daisy’s coming of age ceremony. The most important day of her life. This was the moment she would have to pick her future husband to rule alongside her. As queen and king. Of course, every potential suitor had to bring a gift of great value, some would say only the most priceless gifts were good enough for her hand, she was a favorite among many, including the people.

Daisy, on the other hand, wasn't the biggest fan of all this attention. Not only were the gifts often something of over-extraordinary value, some even going so far as to give away one or more of their countries most priceless relics, which put a tremendous amount of pressure on her shoulders. But the princes, princesses, and noble were rather stuck up.

The ceremony came to an abrupt halt when the gates swung wide open. Large fortified towers came in with chains pulling something with them. The very sight of this being caused a mass panic amongst the crowd and had many fleeing the scene. Including the same nobles who claimed that they never would back down a fight and would stand by Daisy's.

Daisy found herself frozen in place, unable to get her legs to move she felt the warm sun get eclipsed by a looming shadow. She felt an unpleasant chill despite it being the middle of summer. She looked up to where her eyes met another's. A giant.

Who would bring something so dangerous here? Who in their right minds would bring such a threat to the kingdom? Was this a threat? A sign of war?

Eventually, a squire approached, taking a deep bow. "Your majesty, may I have a word with you?" They spoke with upmost respect. But they had a shiver in their voice.

"You... may." she answered carefully, unable to break eye contact with the giant. "You have some explaining to do, actually... what is this?" She spoke in almost a whisper once the squire got close enough.

"My apologies, your majesty, there's no ill will here. This is a proposal to you, or rather, it was... you see, our lord wanted to go above and beyond. He wanted to prove his might and devotion to you..." they whisper in return.

"Was..? What happened to your lord? Where is he?" Daisy began to feel sweat run down her skin, the squires' uneasy posture and shaky voice, along with the absence of his lord, was very unsettling.

"Deceased your majesty... his dying wish was to have the gift delivered to you." The squire briefly looked up at the giant before focusing on the princess. Her rosy cheeks had turned pale along with the rest of her face. She looked like she could pass out at any moment.

"I see... thank you." she turned to her guards. "Take him to our dungeon. And have the ceremony end." And just like that. It did. Daisy was beyond consoling. All this pressure and planning had been cut short, a lot of effort had gone into this big day, and all her maids and servants had worked tirelessly to make everything as grand as possible. That wasn't even considering all her guests who came all this way to see her and intended to stay for several days. Unfortunately, Daisy just couldn't bring herself the ceremony with such a big issue underneath her feet.

She made her way down to the darkest dungeons, where they'd usually have all kinds of unforgivable criminals and monsters, that's the only place this new gift of hers would both fit and cause the least amount of problems.

She still had a hard time believing that this thing was right under her castle. And yet here it sat before her, she remembered it's eyes, those tired eyes... there was no doubt that had seen some unspeakable acts of man and more. The fighting arena was a place for those who had no care for blood on their money, the princess had mistakenly once accepted an invite to the holiday place. It'd the very reason why they were banned from her small kingdom despite the huge amounts of money it received.

Too many ‘normal’ people in g/t stories I think.

Give me a germaphobe human that loses their mind finding out a borrower has committed the ultimate sin (walked on their counter)

Give me deaf borrower who thinks their being quiet while borrowing, and the human just plays along, pretending they don’t hear all the noise they’re making

Give me autistic giant who holds a human captive simply so they have someone to infodump to

Give me human with visual and auditory hallucinations that just thinks the little guy they’ve seen running around their house is a hallucination

This isn’t even mostly about representation, I just think applying these to the g/t dynamic makes an even more interesting dynamic

Sorry for saying I was going to post and then not getting around to it I have the first part written I just need to edit it °~°

FINALLY FINSIHED SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. HERE IS PART ONE I HOPE YIU ENJOY!

WARNING/TW: death, dead bodies, gore, arachnophobia, blood, possible triggers for sharp objects.

Of Sinners and Saints

Silence lay steady upon the wilted hours of the night, her dark descent lay firm within twisted roots of the colossal trees resident in the Moorborough boundaries. The fog was thick and soupy, and Danari pondered if her dagger was sharp enough to slice into its foreboding skin. With not a star to guide her nor a path to follow, a deep yet empty feeling resided within her fragile form. She was lost. Lost with nothing but a blunt dagger and satchel of powders and plants. Lost within the swallowing woods that ate victims and forgotten names.

Danari hadn't acquired an ill-trodden mind. She knew very well never to cross the line and yet even so her mishappening was no accident.

Danari was a member of the botanist coven- and quite a skilled botanist at that! And whilst her talent brought her success it did not avail her the joys she truly longed for.

It did, however, provide her with enough to maintain a firm grip on her drowning sanity. That being her ability to revive any positives to her colossal negatives. For Danaris heart beated for one true desire alone, the possibility, the mere chance- of joining the enchanters coven.

Oh how she had dreamed of being assigned to work alongside witches and wizards of all shapes and sizes, pixies, humans, centaurs, merfolk even harpies!

The possibilities were endless for the life of any enchanter but for a botanist? Nothing of the matter.

Danari did not lack the talent nor the determination or heart to bare the title of am enchantress not in the slightest. No. Her issue was a scar. A deep brooding and desecrate misfortune. Danari was a gifted young scholar, precosiously thriving with smarts and successes, she possibly had it all. But all that glitters isn't gold. Not for her case.

For Danari was a Pixie. A pixie incapable to summon magic.

And without the capability of magic -an extremely shameful attribute for a pixie- one could not enter the enchantress coven. By the gods she couldn't even fly! Her perfectly intact set of six wings deemed useless, a useless beauty that served as another loud reminder that no matter how hard she tried, her trialing efforts were in vain.

But she was persistent.

Danari was set on the broomsthorn capuli, which is what brought her to the seeping fickle forests of the Moorborough boundaries this haunting evening. A rare flower and a sight to behold, scribes foretold they could ensure curses of a wide variety. Curses -good or bad- came with a price to pay, nobody would know of the price until it was too late for fix. Curses were not exactly Danaris frame of work but she calculated that together with the assistance of her dear friend Talene- a scholar like herself, whom had been accepted into the enchanters coven- they could conjure the perfect curse or in her case, a cure, with the capulis empowering petals. A curse for power. For the pixie who couldn't use magic.

Yes, a selfish desire to seek the broomsthorn, when others sought it for more valuable needs, a tricky and complicated process for her to bargain her life with.

She despised putting her own actions ahead of others but..she couldn't bare the burden of not being able to enchant.

Couldn't fathom the dwindling cloud that dawned above her head maiming her the disgrace of the family. So, when opportunity -big or small- struck, Danari wouldnt be blind to turn the claimed cold shoulder. Desecrating the broomsthorn capulis power for her own greed or not, she had a dream and she had determination. And with a pixie such as herself those two were a potent and dangerous duo, a pair that wouldn't cease their dark duet until it they bid victorious.

However the look in Talenes eyes when Danari spoke of her plans still embedded in her mind, as did Talenes words. Talene, for all her excitement to try new tricks did not seem to be on board with Danaris plan. What would the coven think?

No..no they couldn't know and she couldn't get distracted.

Not here of all places

Broomsthorn Capuli came with a heavy price. Just like any curse. Eager souls whom seeked its incandescent, rich, navy petals were at the mercy of whatever her graceful presence and sharp aura saw fit, as a fine trade for its bountiful beauty. Or in a simple definition, a punishment. Danari hadn't yet caught a grasp of the flower and already she could feel the tiring weight of what was to come. Her curse. Lost within the Moorborough Boundaries.

A devastating place for a pixie to disappear in.

Moorborough boundaries, home to the shadiest of creatures that creaked and crawled in the night, any howling menace that echoed off its corrupted branches, any clawed or fanged ghoresome gargoyle or ghoul that went bump in the uncanny silence of the night.

But the absolute worst ferocity the shade dwelled was the Arachnae.

Standing at a lurking seven to eight feet they bore prominently human like qualities, infact one could possibly pass for a overbearing human. But she was used to the profuse height of humans, living her whole life at the trifling height of any common mushroom or neatly trimmed blade of grass. Height was not an issue. The issue in question was how heavily they resembled the attitudes of spiders. As beautiful as a shard of glass. Prepossessing and elegant - sharp and heartless. Viciously vigorous all the same.

They bore an extra pair of arms which they could grow out whenever they so pleased, procuring six in total.

Two unbeffiting smaller eyes lurked just beneath their main pair, a chilling echo of the top pupils, keen and honed like a cat preparing to pounce on its feeble prey.

And the teeth, sharp embesseling and  carnivorous that would sink into just about anything with slick piercing fangs stealing the vital position of its ruthless canines bleeding a pulverising venom to any unwilling victim.

Of all its atrocious commodities one reigned supreme to her darkest nightmares.

They had a strong bloodlust for pixies.

Their absolute favourite 'snack'.

And here she stood within the forests most would reconcile as home.

All for her own greed. If anything happened now, whatever it may be, nothing, no distraction nor excuse could disdain the vexatious truth inking her clouded thoughts. It would be her own doing. All to purge the urge of her foreboding shame. The cracks would snipe through the glass and its shards would cry the barrier to her clock like life orderly and contained would snap from its spine like hands ceasing its ticking. All eyes that watched above and below would roll snubbing her as if this was expected. And she would have nobody to blame but herself. And when her name was uttered if it ever was her wandering spirit would curl, only remembered as the selfish theif who stole such a potent beauty for her own desire.

The fog was curling, thickening around her miniscule form. She looked back at her futile wings,  even just an ounce of magic and she could zip above this wretched mess and find her objective. But that was impossible and impossibility was impractical in times like this. One foot in front of the other she continued, ignoring the feeling that she was really taking more steps back.

It was quiet. Too quiet. The trees canopied leagues above groaning and creaking, in the whimpering wind always seeming so near.

She squinted as hard as she could to locate the moon but the rustling branches only sheltered her view.

Just keep walking..with this affirmation repeating in her head she was bound to find it sooner.

Something brushed against her leg, she winced. Dare she look down to find a  trap?, the tail of a slithering foe hanging over her from behind? A curving root reading to drag her six feet under to her imminent doom? With a turn a scowl greeted her lips at the sight of a freshly sprouted Glandor mushroom, a species of such vaguely more miniscule than her. She huffed at it spread its unwelcomed bioluminesent glow, smearing across her carefully stitched attire. Wait.

Bioluminesence?

Her eyed lit up as she frantically turned back to the plump fungi. Glandor mushrooms never usually grew solo and if she was correct.. just apply a little pressure and...

She watched as her hands were covered in a gunky texture on the cold clamy mushroom head, applying weight to its body.

Seeping blue light filtered from its head like a wave at sea, billowing through its roots, unfurling from neighbour to neighbour until set before her was a glowing azure path that echoed through the foggy atmosphere one by one lighting her way through this cloudy despair.

Danari couldn't believe her rather unusual stroke of luck. She supposed there were many benefits to being a botanist when one is partially trapped in the tick furling trunks of Moorborough. However she was keenly aware that a Glandors glow could only last so long and made pace over vines and roots alike.

Snap.

Danari whisked around. The noise almost abnormal to the complete silence that sheltered the land- bar her own footsteps of course.

Danari took a couple steps forward while keeping her head turned to a certain degree to identify any suspicious action when she took a tumblr to an unruly vine cascading to the bog like grounds.

But the bogs she landed in were cold..and almost thin..

Eeking at the sensation and regaining her footing she smeared her hand across the illuminated gunk possessing her guide in the night and knelt to the alien texture holding her hands as a fabricated light.

She couldn't be entirely sure if she gasped or if she didn't not breath at all.

A deep thick maroon liquid dimly dripped off her clothing, staining her skin and the fabric and cycling back to the boggy area, that puddled the fluid.

She should've known better that her stoke of luck would be misinterpreted.

Blood.

Harpy blood if she was correct.

Thankfully not quite fresh if its cold touch could suffice...but in return not quite cold either.

It was the dying light of the glandor that allowed her focus on a lump just ahead burrowed into the trees bark which had already come alive to feast on its remains, roots carefully roping around it.

The corpse.

Eyes wide and light fading she cautiously made her way over, sinking to her knees.

A man her height, in or around his late thirties. Harpy to be sure..if his two bones protruding from his back were any indication. His wings had been thorn off. The smell was wretched. A rancid foul, putrid smell of decay that made her nausea quiver.

She caught sight of his clothing. A cloak breezed softly in the shallow wind. A pattern of sorts carefully stitched, five swirls embodying around a center star.

A wizard of the enchanters coven.

She went to brush back the vining branches and shrieked. A large maggot, the size of her arm, shriveled out from his chest cavity and dug itself into the bog. Danari scrambled back, bile rose to her throat and begged to gag and spew all over her bloody attire.

But that's when she took a second closer glance at the chest cavity before her.

Because it had a twin, right on or rather in his thigh.

Fang bites.

No.

No!

She scurried backward, colliding with an irregular tree.

Her panted breaths were disaranged amongst the eerie silence. Just her deranged breathing, her utter fear and the drip-drops of blood leaking to the ground.

She placed a hand to her dagger nestled in her pouch as the last of her mushrooms faded its last glimmer of light, disbanding her and the corpse back to the eager fog.  She panted trying to steady her breathing, her attempts seeming almost futile.

With a brooding sense of dread in her stomach she fell victim to the expansive tree that sheltered her, slumping down with alarm, goosebumps grazing her arms like a soft kiss.

She felt the tree move and pull away.

Her panting stopped. Moorborough trees could move, but not that fast..never that fast. And never that quiet.

A presence shifted over her, enveloping her in an even deeper shadow than that of the fog.

And from within the darkness, a velvety, deep and sly reverberating voice spoke. And it spoke to her.

"Hello there, my little pixie~"