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crystalk17 · 4 months

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Rage

(disclaimer/ tw) there is a stabbing, conflicting emotions, murder, and also bad guy who hates Donovan, because he never wanted a son, and gets jealous because his wife cares more for Donovan than him. very small scene of gt I never understood why he hated me. I just knew he did. He didn't say it to my face, but as they, say actions speak louder then words. His rare glances upon me weren’t that of pride or happiness, more than enough were stinging with destain or revolution. He saw me as tool more then anything, something that if he handled right he could unlock the secrets of the universe. But his ways were cruel and merely just made me hate him as much as he hated me.

He never treated my mother harshly except when she discussed me, I seemed to be the source of all her problems. Not that she would admit it. Her eyes always snapped with a fire I wished for, as she held her tongue, a rare thing for her. I saw as she left the room, and his eyes followed her before resting on me. I quickly ducked from sight my heart pounding, she found me outside the room and scooped me up into her arms and brought me to her room. She had started packing her bags, the fire behind her eyes dimming as her hands had begun to shake. She crumpled to the ground silently crying.

She never cried, I was the only one who had ever seen her cry, and as a child my only way I knew how to comfort her was to shift smaller and curl next to her hand waiting for her quiet sobs to subside. I stared up at her with all the love I had for her.

She cupped me in her hands, her smile making her eyes glow softly.

“I wish we could run away… I wish there was a place he couldn't reach us, reach you…” Her voice cracked.

“I can't run though… no matter how hard I try… i can't stop loving him…” she sounded helpless, and ashamed she was telling all this to her child. But who else could she talk to that wouldn't think it an act of treason against the king?

And even as a child I understood, maybe not completely, no matter how hard I tried, even though I hated him, I couldn't stop loving him. Maybe it was a version of Stockholm syndrome. Maybe it was just us, caring for someone we knew could be a good person but choose the violence that we saw day to day.

After my mother died, and that long cold year before I killed him. I wondered what he would do if I died, if he killed me, what would he do next?

Once his fury was taken out on me, he would have nowhere else to put his anger into except the world around him or himself. Destroying everything and everyone on the planet till all that was left was a barren planet with him as it's ruler, slowly wasting away till he died with it.

That's when it all came crashing down around me. The reality, that it was either kill or have a whole planet die after me. The finale nail in the coffin that sealed his fate was the night he had bargained me for some of my magic, and when I had declined he had shouted in a blind rage.

“YOU WANT TO END UP LIKE YOU'RE MOTHER BOY?!” Quickly the puzzle pieces fell into place, mother getting sick seemingly out of nowhere after father had a fight with her. The long weary days of watching her fade, but by bit, like she was being drained. She had known. All along what was happening.

She just kept quiet to protect me. Me.

“You killed her?”

“Of course. Thought you were smart enough to figure that out on your own Donovan.” I had never heard him call me by my name. It felt vile in the air, I didn't get even see it as my own name anymore, then the sword, was out and he was dying on the floor, rage in his eyes till the end.

Treason. Treason. Treason. I took a step back lowering my sword feeling my heart pounding in my chest. I had took a life. A living breath loving hating speaking hurting life… tears sprang to my eyes, and I ran. Breaking a window fleeing to the only place I knew was safe. The between. A black void that existed between realty space and time. It's inky black somehow wasn't dark. It just was and I lost myself in it's passages

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crystalk17 · 6 months

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if it doesn't trouble u, can we pls get more milo and ben?? maybe a sketch? or a fic???

sure, have 2 (:

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crystalk17 · 8 months

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Failed Meeting - The Talk

A heart to heart.

Continuation of this!

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Oliver was pretty upset with James when the human told him what had just transpired. James apologised profusely, but he knew that didn't make it right. Oliver told him not to push it, and he did exactly that…all because he was being selfish.

Oliver left immediately after, presumably taking Sammy back to his home to calm down after James had messed up so badly.

People could be cruel, but it genuinely sickened James to think of who could do such horrible things to not just a child, but a child the size of a finger. All he did for the rest of the day was go over what he had seen and what he had heard, spiralling with thoughts of what might have happened to her.

He was starting to understand why borrowers were raised to be so scared of humans. It was a miracle that Oliver was so calm and patient with him.

Oliver didn't come back for a week, and when he did he made sure to scold James properly.

"I told you that you would meet when she was ready..! I understand that you are happy about her returning to me, and I understand you want to help, but all you've done is made her more scared..!" He began, hands on his hips. Oliver was upset at James, though he did understand the human didn't have bad intentions.

"She's been having nightmares again, nonstop, and not only is that terrifying for her to experience but it hurts me having to watch her go through that. You hurt me by deliberately ignoring my warnings. Do you understand that?" He questioned, letting the hurt seep into his tone to drive home how severe James's actions were.

James kept his head lowered in shame, averting his gaze. He felt awful about it. He knew that if Oliver had gone behind his back and tried to meet his daughter before James was ready he would've been upset too…

"Is…is she okay..?" He asked, unsure if that was pushing it or not. Oliver stopped his rant, hands lowering to his sides. It was hard to stay mad at him— Oliver wasn't someone who held grudges easily, and he really cared about their friendship.

As much as he wanted to continue to vent his frustrations, doing so wouldn't help. He could see by the way James was sitting and how his voice was so meek that the human understood he had made a mistake.

"Other than nightmares, yes. They've been calming down now, which is why I was able to come here and speak with you." He explained, returning to a calmer disposition since yelling wasn't very productive.

James nodded slowly.

"I don't want to be scary. I fucking hate it, Oliver— I-I don't think I'm a bad human, but you're the only borrower who can even tolerate me apparently, and it's just… I don't know. I'm letting you down…" James spoke with an air of sadness and frustration, bouncing his knee anxiously.

Oliver bristled a little at those words. He hadn't really thought about James's perspective in this situation. Oliver was used to being the voice of reason, and used to being trusted, not feared. He hadn't been addressing James's feelings over other borrowers, because he had been focused on trying to prevent another incident.

He supposed some blame should be shouldered by him thanks to that; his pressure to not make a mistake again may have pushed James to want to prove himself more.

"Lean closer." Oliver directed, gesturing for James to lean in. The human finally met his gaze again with confusion, but leaned in nonetheless. Oliver could tell that his eyes were slightly watery, but he didn't mention anything about it, instead walking closer. Oliver placed his hands on either side of James's face, looking into his eyes with a serious expression.

"You do not need to impress me, alright? I am your friend. I will always be your friend, because as much as other borrowers struggle to see it, I can see you are trying so very hard to do the right thing." His gaze softened. "You are a good human, and I am not friends with you because you're perfect— I'm friends with you because I enjoy your company."

Oliver tilted his head.

"You do not have to be some human ambassador for borrower-kind. You don't even have to be an example… I like being your friend because you are funny and intelligent and caring— even though I may struggle to pick up on your humour." He offered a reassuring smile. "I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to be frightened."

James blinked, wondering how on Earth Oliver had picked up on all that from what he had said. He felt denial on the tip of his tongue— he wasn't scared, he was scary. Oliver had it wrong, clearly…

His eyes stung but he wouldn't allow himself to show any weakness.

"Okay." He responded, feeling embarrassed to have his feelings so expertly picked apart. He leaned a little closer, moving his hands to surround Oliver as he ducked his head down, closing his eyes, leaning into the borrower's touch. His words were slightly muffled thanks to his head being down. "Thank you, mate…"

Oliver gently patted James's forehead, thankful that his words had gotten through as intended.

He was determined to make this work.

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crystalk17 · 8 months

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Lovia reminds me of Seahawk from she-ra

I know this ask was for when I asked y'all to submit moustachioed fellas to compare Lovia to but like

I just rly wanted to draw Lovia as Seahawkand T as Mermista ofc

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crystalk17 · 9 months

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Defying Certain Death Part 11

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Vore; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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Barrett purred as he swallowed the first squirming morsel down, glad to have something in his empty stomach. The younger of the two men soon followed the first in a one way trip to satisfy his hunger. He grabbed the horse from the first cart, snapping its neck. The beast could serve as a snack later, and it was something he could take back with him that wouldn’t be as likely to leave Hope horrified as if he’d taken a couple humans back with him.

He glanced towards the woman in the second cart, debating whether or not he should have a third. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate... but he had to be careful while recovering from starvation. Seeing her panic briefly reminded him of Hope... and gave him an idea.

He crouched down, tilting his head slightly as he studied her. “Tell you what, little morsel. I’ll let you go, and even move the tree out of the path so you can continue, if you do something for me. Well, a couple things.” The woman stared wide-eyed, then nodded slightly. “First, take what you need from the first cart... but in it, leave a few days worth of supplies for a human. You have spare clothing, correct? Leave a couple outfits as well.” The woman nodded again, getting down and getting into the back of her cart, pulling out a couple simple dresses and showing it to the frightening giant, “Um... will these do?” She hurriedly folded them and moved them to the first cart when Barrett nodded slightly.

As the woman started exchanging things between the two carts, Barrett added his second requirement to letting her go, “In addition... You will tell me everything you know about a couple geomancers booby-trapping the mountain pass... I’m not exactly happy about having a near death experience... And you shouldn’t be either. I likely wouldn’t have come this way if I hadn’t been desperate for a fast, easy meal. If I hadn’t nearly starved while trapped by that rock slide, you’d still have your traveling companions. So tell me everything you know about it... and when you go to town, you may want to warn them that the geomancers’ careless way of handling the risk of my kind coming this way has left one syor extremely pissed... And I’m sure when others of my kind hear about the rock slide trap, they’ll be pretty angry too. So they may want to be more careful it how they do things, and who they choose to hire, in the future.”

He watched the woman moving items around, very tempted to have a third little snack... but he wouldn’t break his word. He said he’d let her go if she did as he said, and no matter the temptation, he would do as he said. He listened carefully as the woman explained what she overheard about the geomancers that had been hired, committing to memory every relevant detail. She wasn’t positive of the names, but had a general idea... geomancers weren’t common, so even if the name wasn’t exactly right, if it was similar it would likely be enough to help him discover who was responsible for what he went through. Finding out that what happened to him wasn’t just a bit of bad luck, but was deliberate, had him furious.

Crossing through the mountain range... he hadn’t even originally been planning to head this way! True, his kind occasionally hunted humans... but that was no reason to be so careless with the lives of any giant that happened to go that way! It could just as easily have been one of the more gentle natured syorians... that mountain pass served as a short cut between a couple towns for those who didn’t mind the rough terrain. In fact, it was primarily syorians who used that shortcut!

He could understand if they had booby trapped just outside their town, or right along the side of the road; somewhere on human lands where only those actually intending harm would be likely to end up caught... But setting up that rock slide in the mountain pass... on giant lands, was unforgivable! They were lucky he wasn’t going to destroy the whole damn town that hired the geomancers as payback for what he’d been through! But... he couldn’t. Not that he didn’t want to, or that it wouldn’t make him feel at least a little better... But he’d told Hope he’d come back quickly. He owed her for what she did for him, and he couldn’t simply abandon her so close to giant lands if there was even the slightest chance another syor might come across her. Sooner or later he’d hunt down the geomancers responsible... but for the time being, his primary two concerns were his recovery and Hope’s safety... although the order of importance was somewhat debatable.

Once the woman had told him all she knew and moved various things between the two carts, she looked up at him again, clearly nervous, “Um... is that all, sir? Can... can I go now?” Barrett nodded slightly, moving the tree back to the woods and then picking up the first cart slowly to avoid making the remaining, already frightened horse panic further. He used his free hand to pick up the horse he’d killed earlier and put it in one of his large jacket pockets for later, standing slowly and turning to head back to Hope. He was glad he’d thought to spare the woman to get information and supplies for Hope. True, he could have just taken both wagons back... but it was easier, and smarter, to only carry one that had exactly what he needed rather than carrying the extra weight and making Hope go through all of it. Besides, then he wouldn’t have gained information on those responsible for his near-death experience. Those geomancers needed to be stopped before anyone else got hurt... But he wasn’t sure how.

He’d figure it all out later. He was almost back to Hope now, and he looked forward to seeing how she liked the supplies he brought back. He could avoid telling her the full details of the situation... and maybe if she saw the horse he’d brought to eat later, she’d assume that was what the first part of his meal was as well. He could leave a few details out to avoid upsetting her.

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crystalk17 · 9 months

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For Hug a Tiny day!! A kayaker Natalie, finds herself something in the deep, or perhaps it found her!! waah! I want to say this is by accident, but i honestly can't tell if Eli did this on porpoise or not to find a hug.

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crystalk17 · 9 months

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Happy Vore day!

(it still is where i am, Timezones lol)

so yeah have this, can pretty much be whenever in the story.

should Donovan sit so close to the void above the water? probably not but the rock is sturdy at least.

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crystalk17 · 9 months

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As vezes eu me pergunto se o chapéu do Toby tem alguma história por trás ou se é só um chapéu comum

Na verdade tem sim!

Anon here asked if there's any backstory behind Toby's beanie and the answer is: yes! There is!

Toby's always with his beanie not only because it's an accessory to make him look more badass than he actually is.

It's also a gift that he treasures more than anything else. Afterall, his own father made it and gave it to him when Toby was a very young kid!

Toby doesn't have much to remember his dad. As far as he knows, he didn't quite live in the Colony with his mother, but was a wanderer that would come by eventually to see him and Elisa.

He used to think it was odd that his father never left his nomadic tribe to come live with them, but after being condemned to death by his own kind, Toby believes his dad was more than right to refusing too obey such tyrant rulers.

Now, Toby's beanie is all he has that connects him with him. He hopes to one day find his dad and show him that he took good care of it.

If only Toby knew he's closer than he could ever guess...

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crystalk17 · 9 months

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Character concepts by Wenmo Zhang

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crystalk17 · 10 months

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Defying Certain Death Part 7

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Safe Vore; Soft Vore; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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He came to a stop when he saw where the tracks lead. A small opening in the rock where the sheep could pass through to the other side. It wasn’t even as tall as a human. When the girl hunted for him, she must have crawled on hands and knees to get into that area, or waited at the stream for the sheep to come for a drink. But he needed food now. He couldn’t wait for them to come for a drink, and he couldn’t possibly get to that area. It looked like he might have to get off the mountain to find food. But it was a long way to go... he couldn’t wait that long.

He turned and walked back to the water. It was only a stream to him... no doubt a river to the girl when she had come here. He could see her tracks at the riverfront, and catch her scent. A wonderful smell... and he knew she tasted just as good. With the sheep inaccessible, all he could think about now was her. She wouldn’t agree to it, that much was clear... but he needed food. He couldn’t wait until he got off the mountain... and if he used her, he could take the time to clean up as well.

He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket, very carefully scooping the girl up and pulling her out. He cupped his spare hand over her to make sure the cool breeze wouldn’t wake her. Maybe if he was careful... she could possibly stay asleep. He spoke softly, muttering the protection spell that would keep her unharmed inside him. After all she did for him; he wanted to do right by her. She deserved better... but he was so hungry, and it looked like it would be a while before he might get any food.

He very carefully eased the girl onto his tongue, drawing her in and closing his mouth before lowering his hands, hoping that keeping the cool breeze off her would prevent her from waking. The moment he could taste her, even before he fully closed his mouth, he started purring. He couldn’t help it, not with such an excellent taste. He felt her stirring slightly, and tried to quiet the purrs, realizing the sound and vibration could wake her.

He felt her moving, heard her mutter in her sleep. He had no doubts now that she would wake. His want to have her sleep through it was hopeless. He knew she’d probably panic again, or at the very least protest... but he couldn’t help it. He was quite literally starving... He needed something to at least provide an illusion of having food if he was to even think straight.

There was no point to trying to keep her asleep now, perhaps he could encourage her to trust him by showing her he could be gentle. Not that he was all that gentle normally... but this was different. She was different. He moved her around slowly, gently as he savored her taste and slickened her up. It was necessary, or his swallowing her would be very uncomfortable for both of them. He could feel her moving a bit, and paused briefly as he waited for her to wake fully. He didn’t want her to panic too much, so he hoped being careful in handling this would help.

His ears lay back when he heard her cry out in fear. He moved her around just a bit, then spoke as softly as he could, “Shh... I’m not going to hurt you. It’s just... there’s no food. I can’t get to the sheep; there’s nothing else available. I used a protection spell... You’ll be safe. I just... can’t help it. I need something to eat... just to hold me over until we’re off the mountain.” He heard her whimper softly, clearly scared. He started to work his tongue beneath her, moving her around a bit, occasionally pressing her gently against his hard palate. He heard her cry, and paused again as he heard her speak, “Please... don’t... don’t do this to me. Don’t make me go through this... I’m scared...”

He wanted to get her out, to talk to her, to convince her it was safe. But he also knew that no matter what he said to her, she would never agree. She wouldn’t accept it. Until she experienced it and saw for herself it was safe, she wouldn’t be able to believe it. He tilted his head back slightly, using his tongue to ease her back. He heard her cry out and try to scramble forward, but he blocked her from being able to do so. “No... no... please no... Please let me out... Please don’t do this to me.” Normally it was easy to ignore such pleas... but after their weeks together, after her caring for him like she had... It was the first time he had felt guilty about eating a human or terran. But he also couldn’t resist.

Unable to hold off any longer, he swallowed.

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crystalk17 · 10 months

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New Perspectives (1/?)

Word Count: 4,915

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Size-swap au for Oliver and James because unintentional fearplay is beautiful. Let’s be honest the only one learning anything here is James. Comments and reblogs are what keep me writing, so any help with motivation is appreciated ^^

@entomolog-t you asked me to tag you so here–

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Oliver wasn’t sure how it happened exactly. Everything had been normal up until this point: he had harvested some of his tea leaves in the morning, made another jar of jam at noon, made some cornbread over a fire at night. And when he fell asleep in his cozy cotton stuffed bed he woke up—

Well… Not in his burrow, to say the least.

In fact, he woke up sleeping on the dewy grass— which was remarkably odd considering grass was not something he really could lie on top without laying it flat. Not to mention the grass was tiny; small enough to grab fistfuls of it at a time.

The situation became clearer once he looked up more, and despite the fact that the trees were still larger than him, they weren’t complete behemoths as usual. Oliver could even see the entrance to his burrow— which was unharmed thankfully.

He was human-sized. But how?

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crystalk17 · 11 months

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Small and Smaller Folk

Lord of the Rings g/t

Gandalf, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took & fairy!OC (Mashri)

Summary: Mashri and Gandalf arrive in the Shire to celebrate Bilbo Baggins’ eleventy-first birthday.

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Despite what the grey wizard said, he and his little companion were most certainly late. They had meant to arrive in the Shire the previous day so they could help with the set up for their old friend’s eleventy-first birthday. But rain and gathering grey clouds had slowed their journey.

Nether the less, they had finally arrived, and the Shire was as bright and sunny as always.

Atop his wagon, Gandalf held the horses reigns, and was careful not bustle them with any large movement, so as not to disturb the tiny being sitting on his shoulder. The fairy could fly, of course, but what was flying next to the gentle shoulder of an old companion.

Her name was Mashri, and she wore tiny yellow ribbons in her hair.

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crystalk17 · 11 months

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''Bag Head''

Fanart for House of Mouse on youtube the little guy is so cute (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

+ sketch for the colors 🌸

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crystalk17 · 11 months

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It's still Mermay, right?

I have no idea where this urge to draw Christopher and Danny as merpeople came from, but by god, I've done it.

Christopher is (loosely) based on a Red-tailed Catfish, and Danny is (again, rather loosely) based on a Red Devil Cichlid.

Bigger Danny because I actually quite like some of the details on her tail:

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crystalk17 · 11 months

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I HAVE JUST BEEN MADE AWARE OF ANOTHER OG G/T STORY AND I MUST SHOUT ABOUT IT TO THE HEAVENS

For anyone else that didn't know this existed!! @exileseverafter! Go frickin read it!

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crystalk17 · 11 months

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Honoured Guests

GT + the gothic + a faerie myth + a classic monster = a jolly good time for some 😌

A response to the oft-asked, aeons-old and definitely absolutely not at all ridiculous question -- what if a vampire and a will o' the wisp were best mates?

CW: blood, death

(Thanks to @marydublinauthor for gushing about my babes with me 😍)

‘Your breakfast is warming by the fireplace downstairs, my lord,’ the wisp announced. ‘All is prepared. Are you ready?’

The old man in the four poster bed made to sit up, but the wisp flitted to his side immediately, pushing him back with her tiny hands. She was only the size of a mouse, but he was no better for strength. He tried to raise one hand off the coverlet to meet her, each and every tendon visible through paper-thin skin. Even this effort was too much.

‘You must conserve your strength, master,’ she cooed. ‘I shall bring it up to your chambers forthwith.’

He sank back into the pillows with a reedy sigh. ‘Don’t keep me waiting much longer,’ he croaked. His voice sounded thin and small in the draughty bedchamber.

The wisp smiled. ‘Of course. I’ll be right back.’

Meanwhile, their three guests, at her request, had just taken refreshment and retired to the cosy drawing room. A large window looked out onto the forest they had so recently been lost in. The wisp had found them fighting their way through high winds, and her guiding light had shown them the way to her master’s ancestral halls.

When she entered the room, they turned as one to smile at her.

‘Our thanks once again for taking us in,’ one of the men said. ‘You’re sure there is no trouble?’

‘No trouble,’ she echoed. ‘The master is pleased to entertain guests.’

‘Where is he tonight?’ the second of them asked. ‘I would like to thank him myself for offering us shelter.’

At this, her expression became more wan. ‘You must pardon him. My master is very ill, I’m afraid, and must not leave his bed in his present condition. Though he would very much like for you to pay a visit, before you leave, if you are willing.’

All three fervently agreed that they should head upstairs and pay proper respect to their great benefactor.

A cradle of warm light surrounded the diminutive faerie as she led the group of travellers up the spiralling staircase to her master’s quarters. Outside the door, she bade the first man knock on her behalf.

‘Sire,’ she called, ‘your guests have come to see you.’

She waved a hand and the door creaked open. The three followed her in, eyes skating around at the grandeur of the master bedroom. The ceiling was vaulted and cathedral-esque. Arched windows filled one wall, leading onto a great turreted balcony. The bed was draped with velvet curtains and intricately carved scenes, befitting a great king or emperor. When the three set sights on their host, nestled among the silken cushions, they took pause.

The old aristocrat’s face was pale as the pillows, and drawn, set in with wrinkles that would be the envy of a shar pei. What was left of his hair was sparse and white, swept back in a widow’s peak.

He looked more than sick — he appeared to be on death’s door; the skin was hanging from his bones. He breathed through his mouth, and every breath was laboured, shallow. His teeth were peculiar too. Old age had drawn back the pale gums, making his teeth look unusually long. His tongue traced them ponderously as he watched his guests. Those eyes, pale and watery, seemed to glow as they came closer.

‘My dears,’ he said hoarsely. ‘Welcome.’

‘The pleasure is ours, my lord,’ said the first, though his tone belied uncertainty.

‘You are most kind,’ he went on, ‘for indulging an old man’s whims.’

‘We are aggrieved that we must see you in such a condition,’ said the second. ‘Our sympathies.’

The thin lips twitched in an attempted smile. ‘You need not worry for me.’

‘Then it is not serious?’

‘It is not. I feel it shall pass soon enough. It’s been so long since I have had fresh blood in these halls. Your company is… invigorating to me.’

They smiled. ‘How fortunate we can be of service.’

‘Yes.’

There was a period of silence. It was not long, but long enough that the travellers became aware of a certain scent in the air, obscured by the potted lilies that decorated every available surface. It was sweet, but not pleasant. It was horribly familiar. Like something they might smell behind a butcher’s shop, or a charnel house.

‘I shall leave you alone, master,’ the wisp said at last.

His eyes were almost shining now. It must have been the candlelight, they thought.

‘We shan’t be long,’ he said. ‘Close the door on your way out.’

She affected a curtsey in midair and made to leave. It was not until she had almost closed the door behind her that she turned and said one final thing.

‘I pray you enjoy your breakfast, my lord.’

The door closed with a snick behind her.

‘Now that was a curious thing,’ piped up the third traveller when she had gone.

‘How so?’ inquired the aristocrat. He was sitting up straighter now, sinews squirming in his skeletal arms.

‘She brought you no breakfast tray. And besides, it’s the middle of the night!’

‘My mealtimes are… irregular.' There was a smile in his voice. ‘Perhaps she forgot.’

‘I shall call for her,’ declared the second man.

He strode across the room and closed his hand over the doorknob. Shook it.

It did not open.

‘It... it appears to be locked,’ he frowned.

There was a rustle of sheets. The old man’s legs were no longer under the covers. He was getting out of bed, though he moved slowly, as though every action was an immense challenge. He was weak, stooped over, but even still, they saw, he was unusually tall.

And those eyes...

‘Truly,’ he said, ‘I am thankful for your company tonight.’

Outside the window, a wolf howled its mournful song at the pregnant moon.

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When the wisp knocked on the door a couple of hours later, the response was a clear and strong:

‘Enter.’

The gentleman standing by the window was silhouetted in moonlight, doing up the buttons of his shirt. He had already donned black trousers and braces after the modern fashion. They fit his toned, shapely legs well. The shirt, bright white, clung tightly to his muscular arms and presented a handsome contrast with his glossy black hair.

‘You’re looking much more like your old self, my lord,’ the wisp said.

At the sound of her voice, he turned. ‘Dragostea mea,’ he purred in greeting. ‘I’m feeling like it too.’

His high cheekbones were flushed with renewed vivacity, and his eyes twinkled as he watched her approach, wielding a lace handkerchief that was bigger than she was.

He moved gracefully, like a ballet dancer, extending a long hand to guide her in close to his face, and patiently allowed her to dab at the crimson splatter on his jaw.

‘Was it enough?’ She asked as she worked. ‘Do you require more?’

‘You have already outdone yourself tonight, my little love. You must rest.’ He brushed the handkerchief aside and pecked her cheek before scooping her into his palm.

She let her wings splay out across his hand. ‘Are you sure? There are still the scraps to take care of.’

He scarcely glanced at the cadavers lying on the bed. ‘I am strong enough to see to my own affairs. I shall deal with them.’

‘I thought you might have spared at least one of them,’ she said with a rueful look at the tangle of white limbs and gaping faces. ‘You haven’t had a companion in so long.’

He smiled, unconcerned, as he dipped his head to kiss her again. 'Who do I need but you, little love?’

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G/t Internet Archive List

A list of free and legal g/t related content I have found on the Internet Archive.

Warning - I have only skimmed through these books/movies to see if there is any g/t content in them. If there is alarming content in the books please inform me so that I can delete them from the list -

The Story of Jack and the Giants - https://archive.org/embed/storyofjackthegi00dalziala

Giant Tales - https://archive.org/embed/gianttales00dena

Giant Hiccups - https://archive.org/embed/gianthiccups00farl

The Giant Smugglers - https://archive.org/embed/giantsmugglers0000pau

The Earth Giant -https://archive.org/embed/earthgiant00burg

Masterpiece - https://archive.org/embed/masterpiece0000broa_e9x8

The Tale of Despereaux - https://archive.org/embed/taleofdespereaux0000dica

Land of the Giants - https://archive.org/details/PDTV0215/Land+of+the+Giants+S01E01-+The+Crash.mp4

The Borrowers -https://archive.org/details/borrowers0000nort_b7z2/page/8/mode/2up?view=theater Big appetites : tiny people in a world of big food - https://archive.org/details/bigappetitestiny0000boff/page/n1/mode/2up

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