#OC:Mik/Mikhail
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Mikhail's Realization
Hey Hey finally finished this. Brain tried to do like a million ideas in one for this, but I did it. We're back with Mikhail and Ian in the alien sizeshifters AU
Mikhail has learned lots about humans and asks Ian to attend an event that would have a crowd. Unfortunately he gets more than he bargained for.
Mikhail's Realization
Mikhail thought he’d grown to have a semblance of understanding for humans. Not all of them, but at least ones from Ian’s region. He knew they used a type of currency to access goods and services. He managed to acquire an amount Ian claimed “would leave him set for life”. That terminology wasn’t entirely clear, but Mikhail assumed it meant he didn’t need to acquire more.
He understood from traveling to the settlement with Ian in the past that humans were slow, and at least Ian seemed to have less stamina. Mikhail made a form of transport mimicking what human media showed as “cool”. A motorized bicycle which he added an automatic balance and an automatic pilot to.
All of that made him confident when he stood outside of Ian’s door after he learned of an event occurring in the nearby settlement. It would be his first chance to observe humans gathered together. Of course he felt best if Ian accompanied him. The times he’d been around humans gave him a need to retreat. His brother helped relieve that.
Although there were issues around Ian at times as well. It was often a struggle to match Ian’s size. His control was to a level even others of his own kind found it off putting, yet around Ian…
Mikhail forced his thoughts to the back of his mind and knocked. A period of crashes sounded before the door slid open. Ian appeared with his chest heaving. Mikhail felt his antennae twist in concern, but chose to ignore it. He did not want to become what media called a “worrywart”. A common issue when their species’ ups and downs were so different.
“Hey,” Ian leaned against the doorframe. “What’s up?”
“I have learned of a ‘festival’ in the nearby settlement. I thought it would be good to attend. We could also test the transportation properly.”
Moments of silence settled between them. Ian’s expression changed more than once. Mikhail couldn’t put emotions to each look, some gave him worry. The way Ian’s pupils constricted as he thought sent a strangely familiar surge of energy urging Mikhail to grow down his back. He’d only felt this energy once on his own planet, but it was common among humans. He found it incredibly strange. His brother’s sigh brought back his focus.
“The crowd shouldn’t be bad if we go now, I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” Ian grinned. His eyes moved again, the pupils constricted. Another familiar surge through Mikhail’s body.
“I will wait near the entrance once I have applied my human disguise.”
The door slid closed as Mikhail walked away. Slowly he let himself start to grow. The process itself always soothed his anxieties and cleared his mind. The bones in his body unfolded as his skin stretched. He let himself grow as fast as he could once he’d left the smaller portion of his ship. Quick steps brought him to his disguise applicator. He stepped inside and applied the settings Ian had suggested to make him look ‘more normal’. Subtle shifts to make his human face less symmetrical. The reason why still eluded him.
The process happened too fast for him to truly experience it. One moment he was his maximum height, the next he was barely taller than Ian. His antennae twitched uncomfortably under his hair. They were locked down with a substance that was partly used to mold into human ears. That part still made him curious how humans managed. If they couldn’t move their ears to hear dangers, how had they avoided them?
Mikhail made a mental note to research human history at a later point.
He stepped out into the open. He attempted to preoccupy his mind with other thoughts. As he took in his ship from his current position, he once more considered Ian’s fear of his size. If he had felt trapped with a being so much larger, one he didn’t understand, he knew his own heart would slow to a steady rhythm. Even more so if he had the stories humans told.
That reminded him of something else he’d found strange. Based on what he had understood, they had similar diets. Plant based and the meat off trees. Strange that they had a fear of a similar looking being eating them. Although the pred-
“Mik,” Ian’s voice nearly made his antennae rip free of his disguise. He attributed the silence of Ian’s approach to the difference in their senses. Humans’ had much more sensitive ones. “So what did you make for transport anyway? A flying saucer?”
“I don’t know what that is so I do not believe so,” Mikhail answered. Ian shifted slightly, a smile on his face.
“Guess that would be too on the nose. So is it a car?”
“No.” Mikhail mimicked an expression of confusion he’d seen.
“Right, that makes sense…”
“I printed what my research calls a ‘motorcycle’. It was similar to vehicles I’ve used on my own planet. I added an automatic balance feature and an automatic pilot. It seemed to be the safest option for us to use around the local flora.”
Mikhail walked towards the entrance of the ship and stopped in front of the motorcycle. Turning back, Ian's eyes were wide. For a moment Mikhail could barely keep himself from growing. Something about the look Ian had sent more energy surging through him. Pupils small, eyes almost hungry. It wasn’t… it wasn’t what he expected from the human he’d already grown close to. As Ian approached he fought to ignore the push of instincts.
“This is… wow. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but how does it even work? Not gas right?”
“Gas?” Mikhail tilted his head. Ian didn’t respond, running his hands over the vehicle instead. “It uses an electric battery that charges with proximity to the ship. My intention was for you to ‘drive’ as it were. I would sit behind you. In theory I should be able to grow fast enough to protect us both from injury if there is an issue.”
“An electric bike… makes sense. Maybe I can get him to leave it when…” The words were soft. Ian trailed off at the end. Something he had been doing a lot. Something he’d ask after this excursion, preferably when he managed to match Ian’s height directly. Likely his larger size outside of his disguise kept Ian from divulging his worries. The softness was lost as Ian looked back at him. “Wait, don’t you have to open the door before we leave? I thought you had to be-” Ian motioned towards the ceiling with his hands-” to open the ship.”
“There are proper interfaces to open the ship all along the wall. I thought I had explained that. Regardless-” Mikhail tapped the screen near the handles of the vehicle, the ship’s door opened in response- “I have added something akin to a ‘garage opener’ to this vehicle.”
Ian’s mouth hung open for a few seconds. Mikhail felt his antennae tugging to twist and untwist themselves. A worry this was too far. Instead, Ian climbed on the motorcycle. After a heavy pause, he laughed. Mikhail used that as a sign he should take his own seat. Worry made him pause when Ian tensed, but the relaxing of his brother’s shoulders pushed the worry to the back of his mind.
“So, uh, how do we drive this thing?” Ian asked.
Mikhail leaned forward and tapped the center a few times. An autopilot was enabled. He grabbed the handles and the vehicle roared to life. “It will start once hands are placed on the handles. An autopilot will drive to destinations. I have set it to go towards the settlement.”
“Make sure you call it a city or town when we’re there. Although I guess it doesn’t matter since no one else will know what you’re saying.”
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Reaching the settlement was uneventful. Ian grabbed the handles at one point, but did not fight the autopilot. They left the vehicle at the edge of things Ian called barricades. Together they entered the blocked off location. Mikhail felt his heart slow to a steadier rhythm as they reached the event. Ian stated the crowd would be small, but there were dozens of humans around them. His own species rarely gathered in groups so large; it posed too great a danger. Screams and laughter reached his ears. The high pitch of them could not be comfortable for humans.
“Is this-”
“This is almost exactly how I remember it. The crowd is still small too,” Ian cut him off. Ian’s eyes were nearly shining, the black pupil a small dot amid the brown. Another surge shot through Mikhail. Looking around at the humans only made the surge increase in intensity. This feeling they caused would need to be resolved before visiting what Ian would call a ‘large crowd’.
“I see,” Mikhail tried to hide his discomfort. Ian’s head moved on a swivel, clearly enraptured by the scene around them. He grabbed Mikhail’s hand and brought him deeper into the crowd. The contact with his brother helped to calm the energy pushing him to grow.
“Let’s take a look at the games, it’s early enough that good prizes should still be around!”
Mikhail’s antennae twitched in agreement. He was dragged towards a “game” that required a feat of strength to knock blocks down. His own attempt failed, missing the blocks by a larger margin than he expected. The precision of Ian and the other humans was impressive. He would need to look into what allowed it, perhaps their eyes.
Next Ian brought him to something that used a ‘water gun’ and required it to be aimed at a target. The loud music and bells at someone’s success made it hard for Mikhail to focus. His heart steadied at the thought of humans noticing his struggles. Luckily, they were too focused on the target. Another thing that seemed dangerous. Wouldn’t predators be able to catch them if they were only focused on something in one spot ahead of them?
The loud music and a cheer from beside him moved that thought to the back of his mind. Ian managed to win, achieving ownership of a soft doll of a native creature. He’d ask about it once there was less noise. He wasn’t confident humans with their sensitive hearing would be able to focus easily on discussion.
A long period of time passed with them traveling from vendor to vendor. More games of dexterity and strength. Eventually Ian mumbled something about “bad advertising” when they approached a stall. The ‘prizes’ looked to be stuffed toys, much like the others. This time they all wore shirts that had some form of writing on them and were colored white with black spots. At least to him that was the coloring, he still hadn’t confirmed if humans saw the same shades. He doubted it after Ian had won three stuffed toys of the same variety and color.
“Well boys, gonna try your luck? Place a bet on any number. If you win you get a cow with a coupon for some hotdogs,” the vendor said. Mikhail narrowed his eyes at the terms. He couldn’t remember ‘cow’ or ‘hotdog’ from his research. Once they left he’d need to ask about it.
“Sure why not?” Ian said. The vendor held something out, Ian swiped a plastic card, the object he swiped against began dispensing small circular plastic objects. Plastic still interested him on a structural level. His kind didn’t have anything similar. He let his mind wander while Ian ‘bet on numbers’.
The vendor spun a wheel that had a strange arrow flicking across a circle of numbers. The silent movement was entrancing. All too soon it stopped with bells ringing again. Mikhail tilted his head, the vendor had a clear distaste towards the alert.
“Well looks like we have a winner,” the vendor’s tonal indication was more annoyed than joyous. Mikhail looked at Ian who had a smirk on his face before looking at where the numbers to bet were. Each and every one had a circular plastic object on them. “You get the big prize, a stuffed cow and a ten percent off coupon at the hotdog cart… enjoy.”
“Oh, we will,” Ian sounded confident. He took the ‘cow’ along with a slip of paper. When their eyes met, Ian rushed to look away. Mikhail merely tilted his head, once more confused at the action. Ian grabbed his arm and pulled him along. It was the first time Mikhail felt shock at the strength behind the action. He’d thought Ian was weaker…
Ian led them to a quiet part of the event. He sat on some available public seating, and Mikhail mimicked his actions. They sat in silence for a period of time. Mikhail used it to observe the other humans. Throughout the time at the event he’d noticed a number of odd looks sent towards the two of them. At least once he caught some mumbled words, but all he could understand was Ian’s name. Excluding that, this event appeared to be something to relax and bring the community together. It wasn’t quite what he expected. His own kind celebrated indoors primarily out of safety.
“Sorry, Mik,” Ian said. Mikhail looked at him, the human wasn’t meeting his eyes. Hands playing with the ‘cow’. “You wanted to come here, but I wound up dragging you all over instead.”
“I do not quite understand, ” Mikhail said. He tilted his head. The easiest manner to denote confusion. Something most species understood. One he recognized among humans immediately. Ian looked up at him, eyes shining. A feeling in them he couldn’t easily describe. “This is how to experience the ‘festival’, correct?”
“You’re not just trying to make me feel better right?” Mikhail tilted his head to the other side and Ian laughed. “Guess I shouldn’t expect you to do that… or to know what’s happening when you keep calling it a festival. That’s good though… I’m glad I didn’t ruin your day.” Silence settled between them. Humans around them laughed and screamed in joy. Ian sat staring out for a few more moments. “My parents took me here every year when I was a kid… back when my dad was alive, before my mom married my step dad. It was fun, we couldn’t win any of the prizes. She tried for hours to win that stupid betting game, if she… if she’d spent all the money on one round she would have won…”
Mikhail didn’t have any reference for response. Ian’s tone and facial expression denoted sadness. He’d seen things in media suggesting physical affection would be best, but his brother did not appear to enjoy frequent physical touch. His own instincts were to grow in order to offer a safe place for the one in pain. Instead he waited in silence.
“It wasn’t long before my dad died…” Ian leaned against him. It was unexpected, but he moved to wrap an arm around him. Mimicking what humans were shown to appreciate… Finding his own comfort rising from the proximity. It made the looks sent their way, the need to grow in size, fall away. Time passed, humans came and went, prizes won. Eventually Ian sat up straight, Mikhail removed his arm. “I’ll… go get a hotdog. Can you eat human food?”
“The structures I’ve analyzed should be fine. What is this ‘hotdog’ made of?” Mikhail once again tilted his head.
“This,” Ian held up the ‘cow’, “except the real animal. Not a stuffed toy. This place is known for all beef hotdogs.”
Mikhail’s antennae nearly pulled free from the disguise. It took all his strength to speak, “I do not think it would be safe…”
“I’ll be right back then.”
Ian walked off. Mikhail’s heart began to beat at a slow steady rhythm. His body froze despite the moderate climate. Humans ate fauna of the planet. He had never realized that. His studies in the media had left a number of words he could not parse. He hadn’t found any that depicted the origin of food.
Although Ian’s build and weaker stamina indicated a similar status to his own kind. His inexperience among properly intelligent species had caused this misunderstanding. The training he’d received had accounted for these situations. He’d broken protocol by revealing himself to Ian. By disabling safety mechanisms for himself in favor of the human.
When they first met Ian had broken his skin with his nails. At the time he’d assumed it was a panic response, retractable sharp appendages for defense. Perhaps… perhaps it was something for hunting. Something for breaking the skin on a living creature designated as a meal. For attacking prey… Prey like Mikhail and his entire species.
“Mik?” Ian’s muffled voice shocked him. His heartbeat slowed once more, growing terrifyingly steady. A beat too steady. Thump, thump, thump. It echoed through his body. He looked up to find Ian with what had to be a hotdog in his mouth. “I got lemonade, is that safe for you?”
He couldn’t answer. Mikhail blindly took the offered cup. The liquid inside reflected a dull yellow. He could only hope that he’d be able to remain calm until returning to his ship. Once there he’d add his own precautions to handle Ian’s predatory instincts. He would be safe…
“Mik?”
“Your friend ok buddy? He looks out of it?” Another human said. Mikhail slowly managed to look at the new one. It didn’t stop him from seeing Ian bite the meal, the prey, easily. “He looks kind of pale. You get sick on one of the rides? That lemonade may help ya feel a bit better.”
The new human reached for him. He panicked, drinking the lemonade to hopefully make them stop. He had belief, perhaps more of a hope, that Ian was safe. Other humans could potentially see through his disguise. Use their better senses to learn that he was prey. Prey which this crowd could turn around and hunt. The knowledge this was a small gathering made his mind run wild. Human claws could break his skin at his full size, if enough decided to attack his size wouldn’t be enough to prevail…
“Mik… are you ok? Was that safe?” Ian’s words were the only ones his mind would process. The other human continued to talk. The hand came closer, Ian intervened. Would Ian be able to protect him? Would his smallest size be seen as easy prey by his human brother? Could they share a familial bond when he was prey and the other wasn’t?
The humans in front of him were talking. Ian and the other one. His antennae ached as they tried to pull close and twist together. The colors dulled, the voices were lost. His body began to ache. He hunched over covering his middle with his arms. More human words tried to break into his panicked mind. A hand touched him, he flinched. When he managed to look up, he met Ian.
“Mik, come on,” his words barely made it through. The human he had assumed was weak easily pulled him up to stand. Ian took most of his weight and started to return to their vehicle.
Mikhail blinked.
They were near vendors they’d visited.
Blinked again.
At the exit. Ian wasn’t carrying the multiple prizes. Mikhail would try to fabricate them at home…
Another blink.
Near the vehicle.
Another blink.
Standing beside it.
Another blink.
Ian was saying something. He couldn’t make out the words. His translator wasn’t working. Or it was and his own mind was failing. His heart’s steady beat only added to his panic and fear.
Another blink.
“-seat-” A word broke through. The seat… Ian wanted him on the seat. Mikhail did his best to move. More pain wracked his body. Strength that hadn’t been obvious was used to aid him. He managed to take a seat. Barely holding himself up before Ian took a seat in front of him. He was quickly pulled forward, his weight mostly supported by Ian. “Just hold on, I’ll get you back.”
Another blink.
Wind in his face. Ian was talking. Flora blurred around them.
Another blink.
The body beneath him felt smaller. The pain ebbed.
“Mik,” Ian’s voice was easier to understand. “Try to hold on at this size at least, I don’t wanna get crushed.”
Mikhail focused. It was hard to focus. He had never had such an immediate response to something before. Perhaps it was the smaller size. He had to be smaller.
Another blink.
Ian was bigger than normal. Not by much. Panic gripped his mind. Words slipped out, “Not safe…”
“What’s not safe, Mik?” Tone indicated panic. He couldn’t imagine why. “Doesn’t matter, you can get bigger if it helps, just don’t go too far past what you were at. I can take it.”
Mikhail groaned. His body reacted to the words even if his mind couldn’t. He grew slightly. Enough that he could hide Ian by hunching over the right way. The threat currently helping him didn’t seem to mind. It wouldn’t mind because the threat was Ian, a being he shared a familial bond with. At least temporarily.
“We’ll be there soon. Just hold on… You can’t leave me yet…”
Mikhail wanted to know what those words meant. He wouldn’t be leaving. Another blink.
And another.
And one that lasted longer.
Then the ship was in sight. Ian was saying something. He couldn’t make his mind understand. The words were translated. He knew that. The robotic voice in his mind promised him nothing was wrong. His body grew a bit once more. Ian grunted. There were no complaints. The pain ebbed again. His mind cleared a little. Not enough.
A blink. They were in the ship. A blink. Ian was talking. Words… Asking for medical equipment. Medical equipment was…
“End of size hall,” was all he could manage.
“Size hall? My size hall? Gimme something Mik.”
Mikhail managed to nod. Silent affirmation. Ian understood. The vehicle… they were still on the vehicle. In the ship. Driving. Down the hall. His body ached. His heart’s steady beat seemed to grow louder. His antennae were wrapped tightly and painfully at the back of his head… His disguise was broken then.
“Hold on, this is gonna be a rough stop.” Ian’s words only made the steady beat grow louder. Steadier. Almost painful. It made him worried. Would this human drink be enough to kill him? It shouldn’t be… his full size could handle a toxin in that amount. Ian nearby would be dangerous to grow. Although a predator would be fine. Was Ian truly a predator? Were humans?
His moment of doubt fell away as Ian’s hand locked on his arm. Sharp nails pricked his skin. His blood seeped out. Slow, but steady. Steady as his heart was beating. His panic returned. A predator was with him while he was in danger. A predator that the ship was not prepared to defend him against. Then he blinked.
“So, we’re gonna tuck and roll. I don't know how to stop this thing.” Mikhail didn’t know what that meant, but it didn’t matter. Ian pushed them both off the vehicle. It had been slow enough to avoid injury, perhaps some light skin discoloration. When they stopped moving Ian forced him onto his back. He looked down with shimmering eyes. “Mik, how can I use this stuff here to help. What do I do?”
Mikhail didn’t have an answer. There wasn’t a clear cause to the issue. The lemonade could have had additives he didn’t know about… It could have been fauna. His kind could only eat the flora on his planet. He was still setting up the spot on the ship for Ian’s food needs long term, this information could cause issues. His mind wouldn’t focus, he was exhausted.
“Wait, you talked when you got bigger. If you grow, would that help? Will it fix you? At least until you’re able to make some antidote yourself.” Mikhail couldn’t bring himself to respond. “Mik please, I’m not ready for you to be gone. Not yet, please.”
Mikhail closed his eyes. That didn’t sound quite right. Not about just this, just death. He managed to nod.
“Ok, ok grow. I’ll stay here with you. Just whatever will fix this.” Mikhail listened. A tiny part of him was worried how Ian would react to seeing the disguise torn apart. The panicked part of him didn’t care. He grew. “I’m sorry Mik, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”
Mikhail felt more aware as his body grew. The threat Ian and other humans posed felt far away. It was something to discuss later. He carefully brought a hand close to Ian, to his brother. He wrapped his fingers around the body that was much sturdier than he realized. Then slowly tilted it so Ian was left on his palm.
He brought the hand close to his face, allowing himself to grow faster. The way his bones unfolded and his skin stretched helped mask the pain. Once at his full size he stared at Ian. His arm was still bleeding, it would take hours to heal. It wasn’t deadly. His body had pains all over, but it wasn’t as intense. The panic ebbed as he faced his crying brother. This human was safe. As long as they were on equal footing there would be no issues.
After this debacle, Mikhail would add precautions on the ship. More ways to get around if he needed them. Add some safety measures if Ian appeared to enter a need to hunt. It would make it much easier to avoid the threat of being toyed with due to instincts. A memory tried to surface, but his mind was too unsteady to parse it.
As his mind succumbed to a level of exhaustion he’d never felt before, he heard Ian calling his name. The only being in the universe he’d met that used a shortened form…
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Mikhail first became aware of the empty feeling in his hand. Ian had left, probably the best option. He could work on the precautionary measures. As he opened his eyes, a dark shadow left him partly blinded. He carefully pushed himself out of it, worried that something had fallen. His body froze, a high pitched whine escaped his chest.
The shadow cast over him was Ian. Big enough Mikhail could fit in Ian’s hand. Ian twitched in his sleep and Mikhail’s heart slowed. His own kind had never felt dangerous with this kind of difference in size. The whine in his chest rose even higher. It wasn’t until the skin covering Ian’s eyes began to move that Mikhail considered his whine might be heard.
One eye opened, he could feel as the massive predator’s gaze passed him by. It forced a memory to the front of his mind, the same one his exhausted mind couldn’t understand. A younger and more adventurous version of himself leaving town when his size had changed. Just before new guardians arrived. Two predators that circled him until someone arrived. Those eyes with a portion like Ian’s that would screw and unscrew. Wax and wane. Focus on the prey.
“Mik…?” Ian’s voice was low. Mikhail tried not to panic as the other eye opened. If he avoided sudden movements then Ian wouldn’t feel instincts to hunt kick in. He’d be fine. They’d discuss it later… This time once Mikhail was ready. “Am I still asleep?”
Ian moved, his shadow grew. Mikhail found himself stumbling back. He barely managed to keep his movements slow. Ian didn’t appear to mind Mikhail’s nerves. It wouldn’t be unreasonable for a predator to enjoy teasing prey. He’d seen it in the field studies he completed before leaving his home.
Once Ian sat up straight, he rubbed his eyes. Mikhail took the chance to try to back away more, but he must have made noise. Ian stopped and stared at him after a single step. Hands shot toward him. An action that he was used to. That was common. Yet it still made him flinch, which made the steady thump in his chest grow worse. His body felt heavy when the hands stopped just shy of him.
“Mik…?” Ian’s voice was softer than before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the lemonade would do this to you…”
Mikhail tried to think. If he could talk then this would be better. They’d come to an understanding… He hoped.
“How…” Ian’s voice cracked. Water rolled down his face. “How can I help?”
Ian’s hands moved again. Mikhail slid further back, the translator fell off as he moved. This was the problem with the ones that changed size with him, they weren’t as likely to stay attached. His antennae twisted painfully behind his head. He could already feel the knot they’d formed in his sleep.
“Mik…”
Mikhail could feel the moment the gaze turned from him. It focused on the translator sitting in front of him. Ian squinted his eyes, a heavy breath left him. Mikhail shivered as it passed him.
“You are safe. I will not hurt you.”
Ian… Ian spoke Mikhail’s language. It wasn’t the same as when Mikhail attempted human English. A perfect mimicry. So perfect Mikhail would believe Ian was another researcher who’d arrived at the wrong planet. That kicked Mikhail’s mind into gear. Everything he’d read about the predator’s on his own planet left those with mimicry at this level the most deadly.
“Th-there’s no problem.” Mikhail would explain and things would be fine. That was how it worked in theory. There was no reason Ian would cave to instincts over rationale at this moment. Mikhail just had to stay confident. Confident and move slowly. “It appears my body has taken to this size after processing the drink. I did not intend to cause trouble. I had misunderstood the gathering. A chance to display hunting skills was not something I should have been present for. I will be fine, you should return… to…”
Mikhail trailed off as Ian’s head tilted. It caused his shadow to move, the dull light of the room made it hard to meet Ian’s eyes. He waited, afraid of what his words might cause. Ian’s hands moved again. One dropped to the human’s side, but the other moved closer and closer. Mikhail couldn’t stop himself from flinching. He closed his eyes expecting that movement to trigger human hunt instincts.
He waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, Mikhail risked opening his eyes. Ian’s fingers were close, holding the translator between two human claws. He looked up to find Ian’s head tilted to one side. His eyes wide with the black portion almost enough to eclipse the brown color. The fingers came closer, Mikhail reached up. He grabbed the translator, careful to avoid the sharp edges of the claws. Almost reluctantly he stuck the base to his neck and the speaker to the end of his antennae. The reluctance fell away as the fingers were pulled back.
“...I’m sorry Mik,” Ian’s voice was soft. Softer than before. “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was just supposed to be for fun. You said most foods were fine, I thought organic lemonade counted. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… I.. How can we fix what it did? Once you’re back to normal I’ll leave. I'm so sorry.”
Mikhail braced himself before speaking. As terrifying as he found Ian, he didn’t want his human brother to leave. His fear would subside much like Ian’s. “There will be no problem. Once I have regained enough energy I will be fine and add protection for myself against your hunting instincts. We will need to add something to the ship for once my work on this planet is done so that your instincts-”
Mikhail was cut off as Ian’s hands surrounded him. His heart slowed to a point that even Ian’s better senses wouldn’t be sure it wasn’t stopped. A relatively normal response to a predator that was too big to escape. Mikhail logically knew that he should be safe. Ian had experienced being held, which was the easiest way to teach the others of his own species how to handle each other. That logic wasn’t winning.
“Wait, you want me to go with you after you finish here?” Ian’s voice was loud, Mikhail’s tangled antennae ached as they attempted to stay frozen. Digits with sharp claws rested all around him. Some touched his skin. “Mik… oh fuck Mik? Mik please answer. Did I hurt you?”
All his instincts won. Mikhail stayed silent and frozen as Ian’s predatory eyes stared at his tiny form. There were times he felt positive his heart would stop beating entirely. The eyes above him started to shine, quickly followed by drops of water. Ian was crying again. The human began to shake as he climbed to his feet.
“No, no, no,” Ian whispered. Mikhail could feel the pain in those words. At the same time his body felt cold. His mind wouldn’t work, his body couldn’t move. Mikhail’s instincts won over his rational thinking. Which left the idea of Ian’s instincts winning at the forefront of his frazzled thoughts.
He was pressed against Ian’s chest. The rapid heartbeat of the human only left more fear in his body. Even at this size Ian’s steps were shockingly silent. Mikhail faced inner turmoil as Ian moved. The part of him that trusted his human brother wanted to feel at ease. He knew he’d be trapped at this size, he’d have grown already if it was possible. Yet the knowledge that Ian could view him as prey… could kill him, continued to be the louder part of him.
“Shit, shit,” Ian mumbled to himself. Mikhail felt guilty at being the cause. He heard a loud bang that crushed the guilt quickly. “Open already damn it!”
The sound of a door sliding open created more fear. He had no idea what a human might do with potentially dead prey. His antennae felt as though they’d fall off with how rigid they were. Keeping still was somehow more painful than when they continued moving after becoming knotted. Although the knot they were in now would be difficult to free them from.
“This stupid computer has to tell me something,” Ian’s voice was loud now. Mikhail didn’t realize a human could be quite so loud. The digits curled in and pressed against him. The claws were against his skin. A minor increase in pressure and they’d break his skin. He wouldn’t survive his skin breaking at this scale… Not if humans reacted to the blood as predators on his own planet did.
The hand holding him moved. The speed left him dazed as Ian’s hand landed flat on the desk. He hadn’t even noticed the human sitting down. From his position he stared into the room he hadn’t entered since Ian’s panic. Slowly his mind began to process what he saw.
The crashes from before the festival finally made sense. Machines from the ship were scattered all over, inner workings exposed. Squinting slightly he could see that each machine had a book in his own language resting atop them. The oddity itself allowed his nerves to ease.
“Come on, come on,” Ian’s voice brought Mikhail back to his situation. Doing what he could to avoid moving, he focused back on his brother’s face. “What do I do? Would cpr work? I don’t even know what the proper beat for his heart is. Does he breathe? Gimme something you stupid computer!”
Ian growled. The growl snapped Mikhail out of his frozen state enough to flinch ever so slightly. That tiny flinch was enough for Ian to notice. The human’s eyes locked on his form again.
“Mik?” Ian whispered. The hand Mikhail was on moved. A whine escaped him causing the hand to freeze immediately. “Mik… are you ok?”
Mikhail couldn’t bring himself to answer.
“What happened? Did-did I do something?”
Mikhail wanted to explain, but his instincts had already taken back over. They only grew stronger as Ian loomed over him. A perfect chance to see teeth different from his own. Ones he thought were the same. Sharp points that would tear flesh. His own looked sharp, but wouldn’t break skin. Not even the biggest of his species would be capable of a feat like that. Their teeth were too flat.
A strong gust of wind pulled Mikhail’s hair forward. Something he should be used to, but knowing it was a predator made it terrifying. Ian’s breath. Pushed back again as he breathed out.
“Mikhail, how can I help? I’ll leave after I promise. Just tell me how to help.”
A whine Mikhail knew he’d only made once in the past escaped his chest. After he was saved from predators, after he was blamed for being young enough to be foolish. He didn’t want that pain again. He was saved back then, someone willing to take his care on full time despite his constant size changing. Ian was ready to leave, even used his full name.
“Mik,” Mikhail managed to get a single word out. Ian’s eyes changed. Wide look and miniscule pupils. “You always say Mik…”
“I…” Ian’s mouth hung open. Fear surged in Mikhail’s body. Pain reached every part of his being, a desperate need to grow. “Yeah I do… What… what happened?”
Mikhail struggled, speaking to a predator while this vulnerable felt foolish. Instincts pushed for him to run or stay silent. Surprise creeped into Ian’s expression and the hand he was on was moved again. It tilted and he slid off onto a soft surface. Far too quickly Ian’s face appeared in front of him. Others of his kind never felt this quick… or deadly.
“This is probably better right?” Ian sounded nervous. “I mean I grabbed you and I hate that so you probably hate it too. Sorry, I just got excited. I thought… I kept thinking you were going to just be gone once your whole research and approach humans thing was done.”
“That has never been my intention,” Mikhail said. It was easier to speak while free from Ian’s hands. “Although we will need to designate a way to deal with…”
“Deal with what?”
Mikhail was actually hopeful he was wrong. That perhaps he misunderstood what Ian meant. Perhaps the ‘real thing’ wasn’t an animal, but the source of the toy. With that hope he managed to face the eyes that seemed to follow every one of his movements. Ian stood, looming perhaps by mistake. Mikhail gathered all of his courage, his antennae hurt as they quivered. “To deal with the fact that you, or rather humans, are… predators.”
Ian stepped back, the distance allowed Mikhail’s heart to reach a somewhat normal pace once more. Ian’s eyes were locked on him, but they didn’t look like a predator’s this time. They looked hurt. Scared even. Ian turned away, pulling out the human device he called a phone. After a few seconds his brother let out a deep sigh.
“I just wanted to fact check my memories first sorry,” Ian mumbled. “Humans are considered apex predators so…” Another sigh, another step away from Mikhail. “So I guess yeah we are predators, but we’re also omnivores. Plants and animals, lots of things work as food for us. Is it… are the animals dangerous to you?”
Mikhail waited for the fear to overcome him again. For his body to freeze and heart to slow enough he wasn’t sure he still lived. Instead he felt calmed by the answer. The knowledge he was correct somehow brought him peace. Of course Ian’s reaction to step away was helping as well. He took this chance to attempt an increase in his size.
He focused on forcing his bones to unfold. His skin to stretch. Yet nothing changed. He remained palm sized. Mikhail’s antennae tugged to separate, this time painfully enough he winced. He felt before he saw Ian’s step closer. The shudder as he lunged to reach him. A human looming over him…
“Mik,” Ian whispered, Mikhail watched his brother’s eyes squint. “Your antennae are tangled. Can I try to help?”
Mikhail didn’t move. Didn’t have words to say. The fear that overtook him at the festival reappeared from the shadow cast over him. Numbly he nodded, too fearful of what a refusal could cause. Fingers with claws that easily broke his skin came close. He prepared for the worst, the inevitable pain and suffering of those claws breaking his skin.
Mikhail wanted to shut his eyes, but forced himself to stare at his brother’s face. To see what would happen if a human smelled his blood while he was vulnerable. Focus on the ways he could use this new perspective. Try to forget the danger he was in, the danger he knew he should try to escape. If only he’d left any of the precautions for his kind on in the ship, rather than turn them off to prevent issues for Ian.
“Hold still, let me know if it hurts,” Ian said.
The breath that washed over him made following instructions easy. Mikhail felt as the massive digits made contact with his antennae. Waited for the pain. And waited. And waited. And waited. Instead of pain he felt relief as the knot his antennae had become disappeared. The warmth beneath the strange leathery skin proceeded to soothe the aches their reactions caused.
Silence settled between them. One that was almost comfortable as Ian worked. Mikhail’s focus on the human face above him remained steady. The entire time he saw the black parts of Ian’s eyes as pinpricks. He even noticed a subtle shaking of the brown orb that sat within the white part of the eye. It was strange. Yet once again all of this managed to fill him with a sense of calm.
“That should do it,” Ian smiled. Mikhail found himself mimicking the expression. Relieved the knot had been handled and without a drop of his blood spilt. Yet that left many questions to answer. Questions that he had to pose before anything else happened.
“My species would be akin to prey,” Mikhail blurted it out. At the same time his antennae tried to twist back together, but pressure kept them apart. Ian’s eyes changed focus to his face now. Mikhail’s heart slowed to a rhythmic beat. “We… we are prey on our planet. I believe we would be prey here. We will need to account for your instincts moving for-”
“Wait, is that what made you act weird? My instincts?” Mikhail nodded. “Mik, humans aren’t driven like that. Sure I’ll look at a sound or follow a quick movement, but I’m not gonna- I don’t even know what you think I’m gonna do.”
“I do not understand…”
Mikhail searched his memory on every species his kind had met and studied. Every single one had followed some level of instinct. His own grew in response to potential dangers, it was almost unheard of for someone to have control like himself. An avian species that had, more than once, carried off a member of his kind and nearly killed them. An aquatic species that, during feeding times, would chase anything small enough to be prey. Another that would change its colors to hide itself from predators or in reaction to perceived danger. Every recorded species had some instinct that they couldn’t physically ignore. At least not without something to purposely make it possible. Could humans truly be different?
“I mean, we have instincts sure. None of them are to go chasing something small. It’s more likely we’re going to slap at something we don’t expect touching us, or try to grab something we see moving when it shouldn’t and nothing we know of matches it. Well I guess the second one is kind of hunting, but still. Humans don’t do that, we probably evolved out of that cause of all the other animals that act that way.”
“There are more predators than humans?”
“Yeah, humans are special cause of communities and tool building… I think. I’ll admit I never paid much attention in those classes, but I mean a bear would still kill me. Technically a cow could too.”
The knowledge he’d gained had only made his fear worse. Part of the idea was for his kind and humans to freely travel to each other's planets. Many precautions were in place on each his kind currently visited. How could humans be safe? Perhaps marking humans as too dangerous would be the correct option, but that would mean Ian wouldn’t be able to leave with him. The mere idea of that caused a whine to escape his chest again.
“Mik,” Ian had crouched again. They were as close to eye to eye as possible. “Humans are weird. I don’t really get what you expect out of me or humans in general, but we’re brothers right? I’m not gonna hurt you or let anyone hurt you. Especially another human.”
Mikhail stared at Ian for a long time. He considered the words he’d been told. This planet posed a threat that he needed to study. Ian posed threats he couldn’t imagine. Yet the same claws that pierced his skin easily had managed to untangle his antennae without a scratch. Mikhail’s physical reaction to his fear had already dulled near Ian. It was something to study later, when both of them were comfortable.
“I think I will need to do more research on humans and the other creatures of this planet when I am capable of growing,” Mikhail said. Ian’s eyes widened.
“Right… so what now? Do you want me to take you somewhere? I can leave too. I mean I’ve been freaking you out right?” Ian offered. The offer sounded appealing at first, but the consideration of other predators, not just humans, managing to find him gave Mikhail pause. Plus the proximity of his brother had stayed calming even after hearing the truth of his worries.
“I… would prefer to stay near you if that is alright.”
“Sure, like this or something else?”
“I am… unsure when I will begin to grow again, perhaps not on the desk.”
“Right, right”
Ian’s hand landed palm up in front of him. Mikhail felt the steady beat of his heart as he walked towards it. Clawed digits curled up as he sat in the center. Ian pulled his hand up, slower than Mikhail expected after the prior experiences. Panic did explain those actions. Ian moved stiffly across the room and set his hand down on the bed. Mikhail climbed off, unsure what was coming next.
“This should work,” Ian said. He sat down on the floor in front of the bed leaving Mikhail on the currently massive surface. “This way I can wake you up if you start to get bigger and no worries I might hurt you right?”
“Yes… yes this should be fine.” Mikhail’s antennae stood up straight, a rare emotion had reached him. A mixture of happiness, calm, and the feeling of safety. “Thank you, Ian.”
“No problem, just get some rest and we can figure out the whole predator prey thing you started to worry about.”
Mikhail quickly made himself comfortable. He made sure his eyes faced Ian. Where he could see the massive predator that chose to protect a prey rather than toy with or hurt it. He truly hoped humans were different from the other species. With that thought Mikhail closed his eyes and allowed the fear fueled energy to disperse where he could sleep.
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Ian waited until he felt sure Mik was asleep to move. He turned to look at Mik, still small enough to fit in his palm. He’d never thought something like a food chain could cause so much trouble. He had to find a way to help fix this, he didn’t want to lose another family.
He slid away from the bed to grab a tablet with a network connection he bought after Mik gave him some money. He moved back silently and waited to see if Mik stirred. Once convinced it was fine, he got comfortable and started to look up some self defense classes. Those would at least be a start.
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Do you know who wrote that one story, about the giant alien and the human being stuck, then they got sent out to buy a book and thought bad things would happen when they came back without it...I can't remember who wrote it but I'm pretty sure I read it here bc it was reblogged by you?
hey anon! At the risk of being conceited I think you might mean my own story!
It's Ian and Mikhail in the alien size shifters au
Adjustment Period
If not I don't know if I've done any other alien stuff or reblogged any.
(Also for those curious I'm still working on a story and it is actually another part of alien size shifters. It's close to done and i'm finally getting some freedom to really sit and write again)
#awkwardanswers#oc:ian#oc:Mik/Mikhail#if anyone else knows what the anon is asking for if i am off base please reply/reblog the answer
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Prompt 62??
ty anon. This reminded me of my alien au for Ian and Mikhail so they get a prompt this time! Prompt List
Meal times
Mikhail had been watching Ian closely. The small human was adapting to the ship without issue. Except for meals. It seemed as though two thirds of the meals were met with excitement. The last one was always ignored. Based on the understanding he gained once able to study the media of the planet humans ate roughly three times each day. He also found they tended to eat with others at least once a day.
It made him curious as Ian sat on the table refusing to eat. The first time it happened he assumed the prior meals were too much food. He adjusted the amounts slightly and assumed that would help. It seemed to make no change at all. Once Ian left to sleep Mikhail spent the night studying human media again.
He found a few stories of beings around his size hurting the small humans. It sickened him, hurting a being just because of their size. He made notes on things that were concerning and compared it to his own behavior. For the most part he seemed fine from what he could tell. Ian had mentioned his steps were loud, but that would need input to fix.
Mikhail found some signs to watch for the next time he ate with Ian. The goal was to find the issue and correct it. The one who would help him learn about humans and prepare contact should be comfortable. Not to mention Mikhail just wanted to make sure Ian felt like the ship was safe. After viewing human media it was easy to see Ian didn’t live what was considered a normal life. He wanted to help.
The next day he watched Ian eat. The first meal he seemed happy with the food. Mikhail noticed no hesitation in the human’s body language. He tried not to stare as he made his way around the ship. Ian seemed to avoid approaching him. As though there was danger if the two were close. He noted that behavior as something to consider for future interactions.
At the second meal Ian ate with less energy. He noticed glances sent his way. Mikhail tried to focus on his tablet instead of the human, but that didn’t change the energy level. He was developing theories at this point, most resulting in his presence as the problem. He started searching for the stories with beings his size again. Looking over what exactly happened, the traits they may share. It wasn’t easy to tell.
Finally Mikhail set down a meal for each of them. Ian was sitting at the far end of the table. Mikhail kept his eyes locked on the human. Ian seemed stiff, almost frozen this time. Rather than eating or picking at the food he just stared at it. Mikhail started to eat his own meal, noticing flinches from the human when he opened his mouth. It was clear the issue was truly his presence.
Ian tried to ignore Mik’s staring all day. The nightmare he had made it worse than normal. Those strange satin hands wrapped around him. The sharp teeth opening up in front of his face. He knew Mik wasn’t going to do that, at least he thought he knew that wouldn’t happen. Those solid eyes locked on him were making it hard to believe.
The sound of the chair moving made him jump. Mik was standing and walking, but his food wasn’t finished. Ian’s heart started racing. The steps made the table rumble as Mik came to loom over him. He tried not to shake as the shadow around him moved. Arms bigger than him were placed on the table in front of him. Mik slowly moved to rest his head on those arms. Ian could barely breathe.
“Ian,” Mik breathed. That part never needed the translator. He could always feel it rumble through him, like the bass of a song. “I guess you’re not comfortable with me eating around you.”
“Wh-what?” Ian gasped. He hadn’t expected that. Mostly he expected Mik not to notice and he’d just need to get better about it. He stared straight into the unreadable eyes trying to understand.
“I have noticed a difference in attitude towards meals when you and I eat together. I studied more human media and it seems there is a history of belief that someone of my size would be cruel to one of yours. I will eat separately after this meal so you no longer have trouble.”
Mik stood and started to walk away. Ian watched the massive alien return to his seat. There was a bit of time where Ian thought it was a test, but Mik just ate his food quickly. He stared at his own plate, knowing that his struggle was noticed and mattered was new. He closed his eyes and just listened to everything around him. Finally he forced himself to eat while sitting there with Mik.
“No, it’s ok… I just have to get used to it,” he said. He watch Mik sit up in shock. Even the solid green of his eyes seemed to change. That not right smile of sharp teeth made him feel a bit happier with his choice. He’d just have to learn to handle it, just like the earth shaking steps and the bass of his voice rumbling through his body. The satin skin when Mik came near and the arrhythmic heartbeat when he was close to the alien’s chest. Everything about Mik was clearly not human, he wasn’t like giants in fairy tales. “You’re not like those stories anyway.”
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Mutual Fears
Day 4 is size shifting so we finally get more of the brothers!!
Mutual Fears
Ian had been trying to adjust to life with Mik. Having nice furniture and seeing how careful his brother could be when huge definitely helped. He still had his nights of nightmares. A lot of times they had to do with what Mik could do. The most recent wasn’t any different. They’d been fine out borrowing when he changed suddenly and grew huge trapping him in a jar. He never knew how to talk about it with his brother, but it seemed like he wouldn’t get away with it this time.
“Ian,” Mik was knocking on the roof of his house. Having it on the nightstand seemed smart until tonight. “Are you alright? Did something break and you get hurt? Was it another nightmare?”
“I-I’m fine,” he called out. He heard his brother sigh and hoped that would be it. The knocking on the door of the house told him otherwise. He climbed out of bed and slowly made his way to the last defense he had. “R-really I’m fine, you don’t have to worry Mik.”
“I’m sorry to say the way you sound is telling me the opposite. Ian, please talk to me. It usually helps to discuss nightmares.”
Ian started to chew on his lip, but opened the door anyway. Mik was standing there still an inch or so taller. Ian couldn’t help wondering if his brother hated to be small like this. He didn’t do it unless Ian asked most of the time. It had to be annoying to be small like him. He should just get used to his brother holding him in one hand.
Mik looked concerned, he was always concerned. He was just in pajama pants, the light shirt discarded due to the heat in the house itself. He kept it warmer than needed for Ian. He stepped into the house, but Ian backed up. He saw the way Mik tensed, but he couldn’t just pretend he wasn’t worried about it.
“You don’t have to get my size to talk if you don’t want to,” Ian whispered. Mikhail sighed, he knew he should try to be small more often. Ian was probably thinking he hated it, he didn't, it just was harder at times. His emotions changed how much he could handle of certain sizes.
“Ian, I prefer to talk with you without towering if I can. Are you alright?” he asked. Ian was panicking as he spoke. The boy probably assumed it wasn’t noticeable, but his eyes were darting around and he was still hugging the blanket Mikhail had cut up for him. He stepped forward placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Do you want me to stay in here tonight?”
“No!” Ian backed away as though he’d been burned. Mikhail stared at his hand unsure what he’d done wrong. An awful possibility popped into his head and he stepped back on his own from his brother.
“Ian… was I in your nightmare?” He looked at Ian desperate for a no. Unfortunately, a small nod made him feel awful. “What did I do?”
“You um,” Ian was fiddling with the blanket. He sat on the ground trying to look smaller than he was. He couldn’t make himself any smaller. At least he never had been able to the few times he tried. “We were on a borrowing trip and you… you suddenly got really big and put me in a jar.”
Mik’s eyes widened and Ian wanted to disappear. It was just a nightmare. He knew Mik would never do that, but it wasn’t easy to forget everything. He held the blanket tighter, he wished he could hide under it for real now. It isn’t big enough anymore, even though the rest of the blanket was out in the house. He knew Mik would be mad at him for waking him up yelling over something impossible.
“I’ve had nightmares like that too,” Mik said. Ian nearly dropped the blanket while staring at him. It didn’t sound real. Mik could be big, he didn’t have to worry about that. “I’ve had dreams that I can’t get big again and someone finds me and traps me. That I couldn’t keep you out of someone’s grasp. I’ve even hidden from my Aunt for days because I thought she’d trap me when I got stuck small after first moving in with her.”
“But you said she’s nice. She kept you safe, why would you think that?” Ian asked. He stepped forward sitting down across from his brother. He thought he was alone having nightmares about something someone he knew would never do things like that.
“I know she’s safe, but it’s not easy to feel like someone so much bigger won’t hurt you. Can I help at all? Those kinds of nightmares aren’t easy to get over.” Ian shook his head. He didn’t have any idea how to fix the way he felt. He was terrified of it happening, but more terrified when they were both small. Someone could get them.
“Can I sleep with you? Your heartbeat usually helps me sleep…”
Ian hadn’t planned to ask that. The words just slipped out as he wrapped himself with the blanket. He was about to backtrack, but Mik nodded and walked out of the house. He watched as his brother started to climb off the nightstand. He waited for the face he knew to grow over the edge and tower over him. Seeing Mik’s green eyes staring at him as he grew felt somehow safe.
A hand came to rest in front of the door. Ian had a bit of hesitation, but still climbed onto the palm of his brother. It felt nice to have a hand that would keep him safe like this. He sat down as Mik brought his hand up to his chest. Mik cupped his hand close as he curled up on his bed. Herested on his side, letting Ian slide off his hand and onto the bed. Then he started to get smaller.
“What are you doing?” he asked. Mik kept getting smaller until he was only about twice the size of a borrower.
“I thought this might be better tonight,” his brother said. Ian felt like crying, he never even thought of this as an option. Mik was the best family he could have found. He was so happy Mik found out about him and got him away from the bad human before.
“It helps… thanks Mik.”
“Anytime Ian.”
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Could you do 31 with ian and Mikhail?
hey anon!! Ty for the ask and hope you like what I wrote up!! Prompt List
At Season's Change
Mikhail had been growing steadily more worried. Ian hadn’t been around the entire day. It wasn’t unusual, but with seasons changing it kept him nervous. Entrances for borrowers from the outside of the house meant an entrance for a number of dangers to them. He started to pace the house, hoping to find Ian just doing something somewhere he hadn’t looked.
As his nerves grew worse he started to shift just a few inches taller. Enough to get the changes that would help him find his brother if he was in danger. That didn’t help at all, instead telling him how long Ian hadn’t been in most of the house. The only place that Ian had been to recently was the room they shared.
“Ian,” he called out. Silence. He wasn’t getting anywhere like this and he wasn’t Ian’s keeper. His brother was enough of an adult to go off on his own. He couldn’t calm himself down as it was. “I’m going to the store for a few minutes! I’ll be back soon.”
Mikhail had no way to know Ian heard him. It was always better to assume it had carried than wait for an answer though. He knew from his own times at borrower size human voices carried more than anyone cared to consider. He didn’t like to think about the sleepless nights when he’d gone into the walls of one house or another.
He put on his jacket, slipped on his gloves, and grabbed his keys as he took one last lap around the house. Still no sign of his brother, and no answer about him leaving. He formed a tight fist around his keys, he’d just check the walls when he got back. He wouldn’t even let Ian see him unless there was trouble. He took slow heavy steps back towards his front door.
Mikhail was trying not to consider that Ian had gotten scared again. He knew that his brother’s past made it hard to trust. He didn’t expect the fear of betrayal to disappear even when things seemed to go well. It just hurt to consider there were times Ian couldn’t even bring himself to leave a sign he was doing fine. Especially now.
He’d been strict in teaching Ian about the dangers during a season change. The things that look for ways into human homes grow and the danger gets worse. All the entrances should be sealed unless absolutely necessary until the weather settled. He had planned to go over sealing the entrances with Ian in a few days, but his nerves proved it would be as soon as his brother came out of hiding.
As soon as he pulled open the door he froze. Staring up at him, shivering, was his brother. He kept his movements slower than normal as he kneeled in front of him. Mikhail had a million things rush through his mind, but the clearly freezing Ian in front of him kept him quiet.
“What…” he tried. Ian pulled the coat he had on from in front of his face. With the subtle shift he’d made he could see the blue on his brother's lips. His pale skin seemed to match the frigid wind.
“I-I-I wa-was s-sealing the entrances a-and got l-locked out,” Ian said through chattering teeth. Mikhail quickly brought his hands down, circling them around his brother. “I-I wa-wasn’t s-sure h-how to g-get back i-in.”
“We’ll need to make sure that can’t happen again.” He started to bring his hands closer, pausing to consider the gloves he wore. He pulled away and tore them off.
“I-I f-figured y-you’d g-go o-out th-this w-way e-eventually.” Mikhail carefully surrounded Ian with his fingers. He then put his other hand flat in front of his brother.
“Let’s go back inside.” Ian nodded and set his palms onto Mikhail’s. He flinched, knocking the borrower forward. “Geez, your skin is like ice!”
Ian didn’t respond. He climbed on quickly, grateful for the warmth. He curled up once he reached the center. Mik’s fingers covered him, blocking out the cold air. It was easy to relax like this. It only hit him more how tired he was. As his brother stood he started to doze off. The next thing he knew large fingers were poking at him, ones larger than a human’s. He groaned, rolling away to try and go back to sleep.
“Don’t go to sleep yet,” Mik’s deep voice shook him out of his stupor. He sleepily looked up at his brother, worry seeped from his eyes. ”Just in case, stay awake for a few hours. Until you warm up at least.”
“C-can we h-have hot ch-chocolate?” he whispered. Mik laughed and held him close to his thumping heart.
“Of course, I’ll make some now. Just keep talking so you stay awake.”
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Ooooo idea:
The rumors of the dreams that connect borrowers to their loved one is still true but they mistranslated it into thinking it’s only romantic love - it could be familial and friendial (?) love! So Ian and Mik could have one since they secretly are yearning for a brotherly connection so magic poofs them a landline to each other
ok i got distracted again by other things lol. Time to respond!!
Honestly this sounds like a really good idea. I have some ideas for again maybe why they're different. Since I did plan for it to include QPR and other relationships (Caprice in Melody and Kyrie's dreaming of soul mates story doesn't have one cause currently I don't have anything for him planned like that. Of course if I change then he'll change too.)
Imma do a little dump of my current lore considerations so I'll actually put it under a readmore this time :D
So this actually started something for me that I'd already considered.
I was thinking sort of about kids in this au and how since it's not always common for borrowers to be able to meet how they survive. Plus the pain and phantom feelings left behind from the dreams.
My thoughts on this became well... they can have kids. The dream is a special space that's almost physical. Just enough that it's harder, but two people capable of it can wind up having one get pregnant. It's just rare enough borrowers don't talk about it. Usually there's such a push to 'keep borrowers alive' perfect partners than can have kids will seek each other out.
So going with this let's just sayyyy Mikhail's father was a borrower, his mother a human. Father is aware the mother is human, doesn't care. Has been planning to go find her. She isn't completely sure these dreams are real, but she loves the man she met in them...
Then she's pregnant. Father finally says where he is, things are rough when she realizes the dreams are real and he fits in her hand. Terrified about their own child. Considers all the options together they decide to make this work.
Mikhail is born human size. His mother's sister is the only one aware, only other human that has met Mikhail's father. During the first night Mikhail is home after being born. He shrinks down to the size of a borrower baby. They realize the risks involved.
Same kind of background to his usual size shifter universe. Something goes wrong his parents die in a fire, as best he can remember he thinks his size shifting is how they died. (fun fact in both it isn't his fault at all. They nearly survived because of him, but his energy ran out and they protected his borrower sized body at the end cause their son)
So all of this to say, what happens to a half borrower that should have these dreams? Well... they don't function entirely the same. Now it connects to more bonds than it's supposed to. Not unheard of. Those borrowers Kaya learned about in the first story that used stairs to avoid climbing had dreams like that. The side effect of being half human; a sturdier body and heavier build. More effort to climb that copying human stairs made more sense.
All of this now comes to where Mikhail should have the dreams. Of course his aunt knows about them, but Mikhail hasn't shown interest in anyone his whole life so she doesn't think to bring it up. Suddenly he's having conversations in his dreams with someone who has some similar experiences. The longer they talk the more he feels a bond... feels this new person is almost like a brother.
All until a borrower that he'd known was in his house gets stuck and there he finds the brother he dreamed up. The one he thought was a pure figment of his imagination. Only there's Ian scared and begging for his life from the evil 'human'.
ok I went off but you gave me ideas and lemme talk about something I was already playing with. Even sorta hinted at with the borrowers that aren't built as light as Mira and Kaya :D
#awkwardanswers#gt#g/t#oc:Ian#Oc:Mik/Mikhail#smolcomfycat#sorry this took a while#games are distracting also holiday lol#i called my free time too soon haha#but yes the answer and my ideas of why and how they're different
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First Contact
day 27 communication. Tbh this is not big on the gt yet. It's a bit of a starter for an au i was working on before it. so more Mikhail and Ian
First Contact
Mikhail ran through his list one last time. He had the disguise set to look like the most populous and seemingly intelligent species. If they were intelligent he had to try and befriend one to bring them back and make a translator. From the preliminary scans there were multiple languages, but a translator for at least one would help. Of course he’d need to also make one for the one he befriends, he can’t make himself speak the languages that easily. He hoped they were actually intelligent this time, the last time was informative yet disappointing.
He put the list down and set his ship to land in an area that seemed mostly ignored. For the last few cycles of the planet he observed the bipedal species avoided the dense area of vegetation. It would be the best for him, it also appeared to be full of large vegetation that matched his maximum height. He could only assume this species was similar to his own or they had need of such large vegetation. As the ship started on its course, he stepped into the machine to set up his disguise. Hopefully this is as simple as it appears.
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Ian wasn’t happy with how things turned out, but it was better than nothing. He had just enough money for a tent and some supplies and no one would show up out here. He just needed to get himself calm enough to handle crowds of people again. Then he’d go find a better place to live, or maybe a job at least. He wanted to pretend it was easy, but he knew from his parents it wouldn’t be. His life wasn’t easy while they were alive either.
He read over the note from the last person who seemed to care. A promise that they’ll help him and in the worst case he can come by to get cleaned up before interviews. It was the best they could do once he turned eighteen. He sighed, crawling into the tent and laying on the ground. It was kind of comfortable at least. He just wanted to figure everything out before trying to be around people again. He’s too nervous to say much once he sees someone’s eyes just staring at him.
“It would be nice if this helps,” he said. He just couldn’t handle loud voices or sudden touch, it had made the place he’d been staying before hard enough. He heard the sound of something rustling nearby and jumped up. “Who’s there?!”
He grabbed a bat he thought would be a good defense as he slipped out of the tent. He looked around for the signs of where the rustling had come from. He was probably overreacting to a wild animal coming to investigate. He didn’t move until the rustling sounded again and he took a step closer. He jumped back as the rustling continued and he saw something coming out.
He held the bat up as a person walked into his campsite and just looked around. He tried to talk, but he couldn’t get the words out as those green eyes locked onto his own blue. He tried to hold his ground as the strange person tilted their head and came closer. If he looked intimidating enough they’d leave and he’d be fine. He tried to scowl and ready the bat, but the strange person just looked at it without concern.
The stranger spoke and it wasn’t any language Ian ever heard. He immediately felt like an idiot. This was probably just a lost tourist who wanted to see the ‘tallest forest in the state’. Ian lowered the bat and just pointed in the direction of town. That should be enough for them to leave and he could go back to his brooding. He probably shouldn’t be happy to call it brooding, but that is what he was doing. The stranger looked behind them then just pointed like he was in the opposite direction.
“What?” he asked. The stranger nodded at his voice which made no sense. Then stepped closer, he widened his eyes. The stranger walked closer again and Ian stiffened.
“Do you live here?” the stranger spoke again.
“Look, the town is that way, have fun.” He pointed in the direction a few times and decided to turn away. It would probably be faster to not have to deal with this creep if he ignored them. He felt a hand grabbing his arm and swung out without thinking. The stranger grabbed the bat as it came around like it was nothing. “...what the fuck?”
“Do you not have contact like this here?”
Ian pulled his arm from the grip of the stranger and backed away again. The stranger stopped any approach just sitting down in front of him. This was weird, he didn’t know how to treat this guy. He wanted to leave, but his tent was already set up and that would mean no shelter. The stranger stared at him with a tilted head and he sighed again. He decided to sit down across from the weird person, he still had his bat at least. The stranger started to make a weird noise. He wanted to know what language this was, it definitely wasn’t from any language he heard growing.
“Mikhail,” the stranger said. Ian wasn’t getting much out of it, mik at best. He looked at the person quizzically. This time they pressed their hands to their chest. “Mikhail.”
“Are you telling me your name?” he asked. The stranger just looked at him with wide eyes. He pointed at the stranger and decided he’d give it a shot. “Mik?”
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Mikhail wasn’t sure what this species was saying. They could speak which was good, but seemed almost hostile. He decided to try placating them, but it backfired quickly. This species must not view touch as his own does. He decided to try getting his name across. The species seemed to garner half of it. That was a start he nodded as they repeated the first half of his name.
“Yes, I’m Mikhail,” Mikhail said, pressing his hands to his chest. He tried to emphasize his name, but the facial expression seemed similar to the confusion shown by his own kind. He pointed to the other person. “You are?”
“Mik,” they said and pointed at him again. They got that much, but he wanted their name. They pressed their hand to their chest and gave him an almost fearful look. “Ian.”
The native species repeated the combination a few times pointing back and forth. It seemed the ways of speech weren’t too varied between their species, although his own had some extra sounds is the best he could guess. He needed to befriend this one and bring them back so he could make translators for at least the two of them. Then they could communicate and he could make real progress. He didn’t like that someone who appeared to be young of the species was living out here while there were normal dwellings close by, either.
“Ian,” he finally mimicked while pointing at the native species. They nodded and Mikhail chose to repeat the actions they’d done, pointing at himself. “Mik.” Then back to the other, “Ian.”
“Cool we know each other’s names, that doesn’t do shit.” The human started to roll the object he’d waved before in their hands. It was a strange greeting if that’s what it was, although Mikhail had a feeling it was a fear response. He didn’t quite know how to befriend them. There was clearly a higher level of thought, food isn’t how to do it. Mikhail pulled out his local computer to see what he could find. This brought the other’s attention back to him. “Is that some weird knock off tablet or something?”
Mikhail sighed, this lack of understanding was not going to get better. He took some notes on the general form of the species now that he was in person. They are significantly smaller than most of his own which would make learning anything hard without communication. He listened as the being seemed to mumble to themself, there had to be more similarities in their language. He was catching bits of sounds that didn’t make sense to him. Half of the words sounded fake or made up, but that wasn’t how he should view other languages he knew better. He had to be wrong about the way it sounded, maybe they had sounds that didn’t exist for him. What kind of word was fuck, there had to be something more to it. This language was clearly more difficult than he thought.
The being finally chose to sit as well and just watched him. He wasn’t sure what to do so he stared back. This didn’t appear to be the right response as the other turned away rather quickly. It followed with a look that he hoped wasn’t threatening. The other stood again, grabbing the stick thing that they’d tried to attack with. He took a calm breath, even at this size it can’t hurt him much. The other just moved the stick into the cloth that had been set up near one of the local flora. It wasn’t a common setting looking around, this had to be something the other brought here.
The other sat again, he should be using their name. Ian sat again. It was nice to know their species seemed to have similar names, at least from what could be understood. Ian seemed to play with their hands, it made him curious. He watched the actions closely, unable to find a meaning in the seemingly endless movement. He wanted to try saying something again, but single words weren’t going to make any progress. He started to search the history of meetings with other species. At least one had to have something that could be a display of peace here too.
“So you’re just going to watch me all day?” Ian asked. At least, he thought it was a question there was a curious lilt. He noted that despite being obviously pointless they chose to continue attempting communication. “Well if you’re a murderer I don’t have a ton of options, you’d probably just catch me as I ran back to town. If you’re not you’ll probably leave anyway… Where are you from anyway?”
Mikhail tilted his head, that was a lot of speech. There wasn’t anything he could even grasp although the tone seemed resigned. He almost wanted to do what some of the teachers used to suggest and just grab the smaller species. It would make getting translators easier, but they’d already decided that hurts attempts to form relationships. He shivered at the idea of how he’d seem to Ian. He had been this size many times on his home planet, but he knew the people around him were safe.
“Are you cold?” Ian said. Mikhail noted a change in their face now. He didn’t recognize that facial expression, but the tone sounded possibly kind. “I guess you are dressed pretty lightly…”
“Why do you keep speaking?” Mikhail found himself asking. He knew how foolish it was, but maybe there was something that this species could communicate in just the sounds. Ian made another face then sighed. They stood and walked into the fabric against the flora. It did look to be a decent enough shelter, that could be its purpose. When Ian returned they had a new bit of fabric that they threw at him.
“There, I bought some extras. I have no clue if you get any of this but it should help.” Mikhail studied Ian for a moment before looking at the fabric that had landed in his lap. He lifted it and the fabric appeared to be just a long piece. He wasn’t sure what the purpose was, a peace offering perhaps. Ian watched him before going in and out, returning with a fabric piece that looked less nice. “Blanket. Blanket…”
Mikhail played with the large fabric. It could be a warning, the species could potentially get larger. That would make things easier, showing a similar ability would be a potential camaraderie. Ian instead continued the word multiple times and then wrapped the cloth around themself. Mikhail’s eyes widened and he mimicked the form. It felt nice, they didn’t do this with fabrics on his planet. They could much more easily regulate temperature with size changes and their technology. This didn’t seem like a bad idea though, he liked it.
He sat there taking in the habits of Ian until the star of this planet began to set. It bothered him that he wouldn’t be able to observe any habits that occur without light. He slowly climbed to his feet, ignoring the tell tale tight feeling of his time running out. He stretched, mimicking ones he noticed Ian do a few times in the period he was observing them. He then gathered the fabric and held it out to return it. The experience was nice, he’d need to suggest using fabric this way at home. Ian looked at him oddly.
“Dude, I don’t want it back,” Ian said. Mikhail frowned, the speaking regardless of understanding still felt odd. He offered the fabric again, but Ian just pushed his hand away. “Keep it.”
“Do I need to speak for you to be willing to retrieve your fabric?” he asked. Ian sighed before standing and pointing at the fabric they’d let fall to the ground.
“Ian’s.” Mikhail nodded, they had discussed names although he didn’t think the fabric shared the other’s name. Ian then grabbed the fabric around Mikhail’s hand and pushed it towards him. “Mik’s.”
Mikhail widened his eyes. The fabric was meant to be a gift? Mikhail pulled the fabric closer again and examined it. That wasn’t expected, he wished he could ask what gifts meant for their species. Mikhail nodded and Ian seemed happy sitting down and continuing to make odd shapes on what he assumed were disposable writing platforms. Mikhail carefully folded the fabric back to the odd square it was when he’d received it. He proceeded to start his return to his spot to figure out his leaving procedures. He didn’t want to offend Ian.
“I hope that attempt means you’re leaving so bye I guess,” Ian spoke up.
Mikhail tilted his head as he watched them move their hand back and forth. Mikhail had to remember that was the leaving procedure and add a note to planet customs. He lifted his arm and mimicked the movement, getting a curious glance from Ian. He still took this as the proper way to leave and started on his way back to his ship. It would be best to note everything more clearly once he was at his more comfortable size. That stretching almost made him break his disguise there. He’d need to be careful next time.
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Ian waited about ten minutes after the weird guy left to climb in his tent. He sat hugging the bat and waiting for the footsteps to come back. He didn’t even know when he fell asleep, but it wasn’t restful. As he opened his eyes he started to feel shocked he was even alive. He was convinced that guy was going to be some weird serial killer hiding out in the woods. Although he might seem that way too.
He stretched and slipped out of the tent relieved to find himself alone. He liked being alone, he could get things done that way. He started up his small fire and got to making a quick breakfast, he’d need to get a job at some point. He just managed to make some crappy oatmeal, but it was a meal. He had to come up with a better plan at this point. He almost wanted Mik to show up again just to not have to deal with his own thoughts.
“I guess I’ll just get to studying for now,” he sighed. He pulled out a book from the tent and just started working through the problems in it. He jumped when he heard rustling again and glared at the sound. He waited for only a few seconds before more sounded. “Mik?”
When the tall stranger popped out of the bushes he was relieved. He was expecting the other to be covered in blood or showing up with some weird mystery meat. Instead Mik just slipped out of the bushes and gave him a decent bit of space as they returned to the spot they used yesterday. They still had the blanket with them, at least they seemed to like it. He sighed again, maybe company wasn’t the best idea.
“Are you still going to be confusing today?” he asked. Mik just tilted their head, he should have known that would happen.
Ian resigned himself to the workbooks again. He could barely hear the tapping of nails against the screen of Mik’s tablet thing. It didn’t look like one he’d ever seen before. He tried to ignore the curiosity gnawing at him. He almost wanted to go to the library and try looking up different languages to see what Mik spoke. He shivered at the idea of the crowd, he could just get up earlier tomorrow. He didn’t know how long he continued in silence before something was thrown at him.
He leaned back in time for it to hit his chest, glaring up at Mik. He found hopeful eyes staring back at him. He looked at what had been thrown at him and it looked like a small blue box. He picked it up slowly, waiting for the response that revealed this was a trick. Mik just kept watching as he picked the object up. Once he opened it he was even more confused. It was a really small blanket or maybe a small towel. He pulled it out and the thing almost exploded.
He fell back as the tight folding came undone. He felt it start to settle on him, much heavier than anything he’d felt before and panicked. Is this how the creep would kill him? A weird weighted blanket attack? Before he lost his mind completely the fabric was pulled off him and he stayed laying their panting. The stranger’s face hovered over him and he felt betrayed by the worry, this guy was supposed to be a psycho killer. He sat up slowly, barely registering the feeling of hands guiding him. He didn’t hate it as much today for some reason.
“Ian’s,” Mik said. Ian looked at him confused before noticing the strange square had unfolded into a much nicer tent. He climbed to his feet slowly and approached the structure. He cast another glance back at Mik, the smile almost blinding. “Ian’s!”
“Did you make this for me?” he asked.
Of course the stranger didn’t understand or answer, but he was caring less. He approached the weird tent and felt the now solid plastic. He gave a hard push and it didn’t move. If Mik had just left him under it he actually would have died. He looked back at the strange person, a new feeling hitting him. He was actually thankful, most other people in his life probably would have left him to suffer for his mistake. Mik came closer and touched the plastic a bit away from Ian, the door he hadn’t noticed opening to his touch.
“Ian’s?” Mik asked, tilting his head.
He took a deep breath before nodding and walking into the weird plastic. The place was like a small home more than just a tent. There was a bed with no blanket, so a little weird, and what looked like a weird stove. He just sort of stumbled around the area that seemed too big before Mik walked around, they waited for Ian to approach before doing certain things. First they seemed to show how to make the heat work, Ian’s guess on a weird stove was right. It would make food a lot easier. Mik reached for his hand, pulling back quickly, no one else usually tried to respect his distaste for touch.
Mik settled for taking steps then turning to stare at him. He followed like he assumed they wanted and found another room. This thing was in a box that was able to fit in his hand. This was some weird hyper advanced tech. This room looked like a bathroom at least so it would be easy to use, and make life out here easier. This didn’t make sense. He turned to look at Mik who was excitedly playing with different things to show off how they work.
“Why? What do you get showing me your weird tech? Are you planning to blackmail me or trap me or something?” he asked. Mik just tilted their head again, their silence was becoming uncomfortable. “Fuck, are you even human?”
Mik didn’t answer and Ian didn’t know if he wanted him too. He just offered his hand, a handshake was the least he could do. Mik stared at his hand for a few seconds before slowly reaching out. They didn’t grab it quite right and their skin felt weird. Neither part was bad, but that unanswered question bounced through his mind again. This guy could potentially be something that isn’t human, but what that was Ian was more lost on.
He chose to ignore that feeling, going back to his work inside the weird tent this time. Mik didn’t enter, just sat outside. Ian felt kind of awkward, eventually grabbing the stranger’s shoulder and dragging them inside. Mik looked almost like they were doing something wrong when Ian did this, but he wasn’t going to have the guy sit outside for no reason. They actually passed a few days like this.
Ian was starting to look forward to Mik’s arrival each morning. Even though he wasn’t making any progress on the language he was having fun. Mik tried to understand, he noticed the subtle changes in their face each time. He felt more listened to than he had since he’d gotten into this mess. A crappy halfway house because he was too old to get placed with anyone and couldn’t handle the crowds of a shelter once he was eighteen. It was nice. He was kind of glad this weirdo was turning out not to be a murderer so far.
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Mikhail had learned a lot from watching Ian. Their species likely used a lot of facial expressions which he tried to mimic. They definitely seemed young with how often they were scribbling away. He hadn’t learned much of the language from this though. He did notice that Ian kept saying something with a questioning tone and would go quiet for a while. He wanted to understand the question.
“Damn, I need to go to the library today,” he heard Ian mutter. He was on his way through the flora of the planet to the one he chose to befriend. As he walked through one of the smaller bits of flora they turned to face him. “For once I think I’m relieved you showed up. Want to come with me?”
Mikhail tilted his head, but Ian just sighed. They motioned to themself then towards the dwellings of more of their species. He took a moment to consider before he realized what was requested. Ian wanted him to go somewhere. So that would mean more interactions, he may have a chance to gather better data. He smiled and nodded his head at his companion.
Ian looked relieved as they pulled a strange object on their back. They took a few steps and turned back to look at him. He realized it was mimicry and found it amazing. Many other species he’d met had mimicry of some kind, but it didn’t occur as easily or quickly. He took his usual cautious steps after the other and followed them.
Ian brought him through the area filled with others of their species. The domiciles were all similar shapes and sizes. Another thing he found odd. On his planet there were buildings of all sizes. While naturally his species was much larger, there were many who eventually lived at much smaller options. It seemed the hope they may have similar abilities was being clearly destroyed.
It seemed odd how many of the others of Ian’s species avoided them. It was even clearer now that he saw more of them that Ian was young. It seemed like there should be some form of support for them. He made sure to note down that younger members of the species were not always supported long term. It would be imperative to know that once interactions began to increase.
Ian turned suddenly and Mikhail walked right into them. They were knocked over and he quickly reached out to try to help. His body was much denser at this size, they would need to study the impact of things like this in the future. Ian looked shocked as Mikhail pulled them back to their feet.
“No way you’re human,” Ian mumbled. Mikhail was growing more curious about that word.
Ian just pulled away and walked into the strange domicile. Mikhail followed, shocked by what he saw. The place was filled with shelves of objects he’d seen in studies before. They were called books if he remembered correctly. His species had moved past them a long time ago, keeping all information in a centralized network. He never thought he’d see something like this himself.
“Mik?” they asked. He jumped and looked down at them. They looked almost concerned, but he tried to copy one of the teeth baring faces they made. They gave one back before walking off.
Mikhail followed him to what appeared to be a primitive computer. He was curious how far advanced his technology was in comparison now. Ian spent time on the machine, Mikhail was more curious about the books. He grabbed one off the shelf, feeling how fragile it was in his grip. If books on his planet had been like this no wonder they decided to stop using them. He sat down with the book next to Ian.
“How can you hold that one handed? Those encyclopedias are heavy,” Ian muttered. “Strong weirdo or not human, definitely.”
Mikhail was starting to get annoyed at the word. He had a feeling it would manage to help them get closer. He’d maybe manage to make the translator if he knew this word. It was a few hours of time passing before he noticed Ian seemed to be watching him. He knew it would be cutting it close on time at this rate, but something told him to stick it out. Ian held something up to him.
“Talk into this,” they said. He tilted his head as had become the norm in Ian’s attempt to talk with him. They sighed and held the device in front of their face. “Do this, just a few words.”
They turned to the machine, hit some buttons then held the device out again. Mikhail nodded after a few seconds.
“You want me to speak into this? Do you also have translators?” he asked.
Ian made that teeth baring face again. They turned back to the machine and started to bounce. Mikhail leaned over to look at the machine. It wasn’t as if he could read anything on it. They leaned away a bit, but kept their eyes locked on the screen. Eventually the screen had something red pop up and Ian looked at him with a bit of fear. He tilted his head to try and show concern.
“You really aren’t human, are you?” Ian said.
Their voice had sounds of distress. Mikhail didn’t know what to do, but Ian pulled the book he’d been looking at close. They flipped the delicate pages recklessly, stopping on an image that matched their species. Mikhail couldn’t make sense of anything on the page, but he did realize it matched Ian. Ian pointed at themself.
“Human,” they said seriously. They pointed at him and shook their head. He had learned that was a negative implication. “Not human.”
It finally clicked in Mikhail’s head. That word was their species. He was finally making progress with this information. He mimicked the teeth baring again and nodded. He tried to form the right sounds, but he couldn’t make that first noise. He nodded the way Ian had been affirming things until now. He felt awful when Ian’s face seemed to change to something similar to the one from when he first found them.
Ian stood quickly and started walking away. Mikhail followed after them. They kept looking back at him and speeding up. They never moved too quickly, he wondered if this was the fastest the species moved. When they entered an area with a group Ian did slow down and looked back less. Once in the flora again they turned to stare at him. He would need to leave soon, but he was a bit worried.
“Ian?” he asked. The other… the human looked at him for a few minutes before falling to their knees.
“What do you want with me?” they yelled. He moved closer. He wasn’t sure what to do to assure them he wouldn’t harm them. He held out his hand to try and offer peace. Ian stared at it without moving. Mikhail decided to try and mimic their first meeting.
“Chooman Ian,” he said and gestured to them. He butchered the word, but it was the best he could do. He pressed his hands on his own chest. “Not chooman Mikhail.”
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Ian just stared at the apparent alien in front of him. He thought this was a sick joke. Guy found a homeless kid and thought it would be fun to mess with him. He stood up and pressed his finger into their chest. He glared up at the taller being. This would be a weird prank, although what they brought the second day sort of proves it’s not one.
“Fine, prove it. Show me your ship or whatever. Prove you aren’t human!” he yelled. Mik just looked confused until Ian groaned and had to think of a way to show what he wanted. He tried waving his arms towards the deeper woods hoping it would get across. Mik watched a bit before their face seemed to light up.
Mik started to walk away, stopping after a few steps to wait for him. He ran forward and stopped just behind them. They smiled, it was kind of weird when they did it wasn’t natural. Mik started to walk again and Ian just followed. He didn’t think it was smart to follow a strange potential alien off into the woods with the highest rate of disappearances, but he was doing it. The walk was a lot longer than he expected.
Ian was dumbfounded when they finally stopped. The thing was massive, at least as big if not bigger than the trees around them. He looked at Mik with a bit of fear again, maybe the guy was some kind of bait. Mik walked up and pressed their hand to the side of the ship, it had to be a ship at least. There was a light that appeared in a gigantic rectangle before the odd looking metal slowly lowered to the ground. Mik walked onto it and turned to face him again.
“Mik’s,” they said gesturing inside. So that meant this was their place, that was weirder than anything else. Mik started to walk in and turned back to see if Ian was following. He wasn’t sure it was the best idea, but he did follow.
Inside the place was hard to comprehend. It had a bunch of machinery on what looked like tables way too high up. Ian shivered, if this was Mik’s then they had a partner somewhere. It was the only explanation for how big this place was. The idea of being bait flit through his mind again. The chances of humans being kidnapped and raised to not know any human languages sounded possible.
Mikhail was pointing at things and miming some kind of action. He couldn’t make sense of it, but nodded along. The place felt a lot bigger inside than it looked, just like the tent they gave him. Mik just kept going deeper and deeper inside. Ian was getting worn out, he couldn’t understand how this stranger had so much stamina. Finally they entered a large space with things too high up for Ian to see.
He looked around to try and get a handle on it. There was a table with stuff he couldn’t see, but it reminded him of sci-fi movies. A plane looking bed that was dozens of feet off the ground. He looked at Mik for some understanding, but they just watched him. He walked over to the odd wall in the room, almost relieved when it opened and no one was inside. It looked almost like a shower, but not like the one in the place Mik gave him.
“Ian?” Mik asked. Ian jumped, this was too much. He wanted to go back to his dingy tent, the cloth one he bought. Now he couldn’t stop wondering if some giant hand was going to grab the nice one while he was in it. Mik just pointed at a corner and Ian started laughing.
“You just have a random pile of blankets? Is that why you tried to give me back the one I gave you?” he asked. Mik just tilted their head, Ian bit back another groan at the lack of understanding.
Ian settled for approaching the blanket pile. He paused after a few steps and looked back at Mik. They smiled that weird smile and didn’t move. He took that as an ok to keep going. The blanket pile was huge, he couldn’t tell where any of them ended. He placed one hand down and it was softer than anything he’d ever felt. The exhaustion building up in him seemed to bubble over at that point. He climbed onto the blankets and curled up on one.
“Is it cool if I just rest here for a bit?” he asked. Mik didn’t say anything, he usually didn’t. Ian just took it as an ok and closed his eyes. If they were going to kill him it would have happened by now, maybe whoever the giant one was wouldn’t be too bad either.
Ian had a dreamless sleep for the first time in years. He was pulled out of it by a rumble of the ground. He sat up rubbing his eyes trying to figure out what was going on. He only found a foot bigger than he could imagine standing near him. He chanced a look up and up and up until finally finding a face. He didn’t know he’d actually started screaming until the face turned to look at him.
He tried to scramble away, the soft blankets making it impossible. The strange red skin stood out to him first. Then the solid eyes that were such a dark green they looked black. The clothes the thing wore seemed similar to what humans wore and that was terrifying. He couldn’t place if it was on purpose or chance. The thing moved and the world shook as they took a step closer.
Ian tried to climb to his feet, but couldn’t get off the ground. The thing’s hand was surrounding him before he’d managed anything. Fingers bigger than him slipped under and pulled him from the soft surface. He tried to wriggle free, but the fingers seemed adept and handling things his size.
He couldn’t bring himself to make any more noises as he was brought to the table he couldn’t see over earlier. It was filled with strange machines and things that looked like needles. He’d been lured here for some awful dissection or something. The creature holding him placed him on a surface that reminded him of the frog dissections in school. He almost screamed when those impossible fingers pinned his limbs down.
It only took the thing one hand to hold him down. The other one was grabbing some strange looking object. Ian was shaking as it was brought close enough to press against him. It was angled to focus on his head. There was a loud noise and a light before it was pulled away from him. He let out a shaky breath as the fingers holding him down left too.
Ian watched in fear as the huge hands moved away from him. He couldn’t bring himself to move, terrified of the fingers pressing against him again. He just watched as what looked like Mik’s strange computer one hundred times bigger was used. He couldn’t read anything, but saw an image of himself followed by his brain on screen. He climbed to his feet and tried to run, but one of the hands stopped him.
The fingers were just covering him where he could still look ahead. In front of him something huge had started to form. He would have been under it if he kept running. He watched the weird light that seemed to create the object from nothing move to the side. It focused down to a significantly smaller area before a chime sounded.
The hand holding him back disappeared, but he didn’t move. The boom of a step made him shiver as the giant creature picked up the new object. He followed the hands up and saw how they attached it to where an ear would be for a human. He looked around, but he couldn’t find any. He almost wondered if it would be just a hole below the strange object. He was proved wrong as a wire from it was attached to something strange on the top of the creature’s head.
He stared as the creature fiddled with the protruding thing. It looked like a thick antenna. He just kept staring after the fiddling stopped, but the creature was staring down at him. He almost screamed as the hand came down again. It stopped by where the focused light had been and pushed something towards Ian. He looked on cautiously as something that looked like a bluetooth earpiece sat there.
“Do you want me to put this on?” he asked. He knew it was probably dumb to ask no way this weird giant could understand him when Mik couldn’t. This alien just looked almost like he brightened and nodded back at him. He sighed, it wasn’t like he could get away anyway. He walked over to the object and put it on. It really was like a bluetooth earpiece.
“Can you understand me now?” they asked. The voice was deep and masculine. He jumped and stared up in awe at the alien speaking perfect english. He stumbled back as the hands surrounded him again. “Ian? That was your name right? Had I been mistaken?”
“Who the fuck are you?!” he yelled.
The alien leaned closer and he wanted to run. He had no escape and he didn’t want to register any features of the monster in front of him. The thing lowered so he was face to eyes with it. The solid color was terrifying; he couldn't read anything through it. The weird thick antennae both seemed to press down on the head of black something. It didn’t quite seem like hair. The alien tilted their head and it became almost painfully clear who this alien might be. One of the hands moved to hold a finger out to Ian’s chest.
“Ian,” they said. The finger moved to point at the alien. “Mik.”
“You have to be joking. You… you’re Mik?!”
Mik set a hand down and Ian just stared at it. He watched as the solid eyes seemed to move slightly and he caught on. Ian set his hands on the palm. Mik hadn’t hurt him there was no reason to assume the worst. At least he hoped that was the truth. The skin beneath him felt more like satin. It didn’t even seem like his hand had lines in it like humans do. The fingers around him curled over his head.
He gasped as the hand was lifted when Mik stood up. He was definitely taller than the trees outside the weird ship. He was brought close to Mik’s chest as he moved. It was almost comforting, although behind him there was an arrhythmic beat. It seems like alien hearts didn’t work the same. Mik took a step and Ian almost screamed as the booming sound reached his ears.
“Did something happen? I did not think I was holding you wrong. This is how we carry each other at your size on my planet,” Mik said. Ian looked up at the face staring down at him. His face was almost too symmetrical. He started to understand what always looked wrong about his smile before.
“Your steps are loud, I was surprised,” Ian murmured. Lying didn’t seem worth it. He could feel the way Mik seemed to react, the muscles tensing under and around him.
“I see, it seems sound is processed differently between our species.”
Mik’s voice rumbled through him as he continued to mumble. The words were weird and the translator struggled to follow. Mik walked more and his steps continued to boom. Once he stopped Ian finally was placed down on the blankets again. He looked up as Mik moved back and sat down to face him. The weird antennae on his head were angled down and focused on Ian.
He yelped once the alien started to sit down. The sound of impact was louder than he expected. Mik seemed to grimace, but the face he made wasn’t right. The hand holding him moved away and further down to the ground. Suddenly the hand tipped. Ian tried not to fall, digging his nails in and seeing a bit of bright blue blood. It didn’t work, but he landed safely in the pile of blankets.
“S-so what’s going to happen now?” Ian asked. He stared up still processing the face staring down at him. It wasn’t innately threatening, but difficult to feel comfortable near. Ian tried not to look too terrified at him.
“I assumed you would want to rest again. The scan said you were safe. I don’t fully know the status of time on this planet. Daylight seems to run differently than mine,” Mik explained. Ian couldn’t stop a smile at how casual Mik was about it. An alien found a homeless kid and started worrying about him. It was nice, but he was scared too.
“What do you want from me? You’ve been helping me and I didn’t do anything for you.” Ian stood up to glare at the alien. Mik tilted his head in that clueless way he always did.
“My goal was to befriend a local in order to learn the language. I have grown more concerned seeing your lifestyle compared to others of your species.”
“So what happens with your concern?” Mik made a noise that Ian and the translator failed to understand.
“If you would like, you can stay here. I could use help to understand this place more before my kind makes contact to launch a large-scale study of the planet. The goal would be to ally with your kind which appears to be the dominant race.”
Ian felt his jaw drop. An alien found him alone in the woods and wants him as a fucking assistant. He’d get a place to stay, wouldn’t need to find a way to pay for school and could have a nice life. Mik hadn’t done anything wrong, even stopped him from getting crushed more than once. He gave up, laying back on the blankets and stared at the ship ceiling.
“Sure, I can try being an alien assistant. I guess I have a place to live at least, right?” Ian laughed. Mik leaned over him and he tried to stay calm as it happened. Sharp teeth were bared above him in a creepy attempt at a smile.
“Thank you, Ian.”
#gt#giant/tiny#g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#g/t community#gt community#gtjuly#GTJuly2022#day 27 communication#OC:Ian#OC:Mik/Mikhail#AlienSizeShifters
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Peaceful Rest
day 25 pocket. More Ian and Mik. Had to figure this one out for a bit but i like what i wound up writing.
Peaceful Rest
Ian hadn’t been sleeping well since he talked about his nightmares. They wound up changing to be both of them trapped. Sometimes it was Mik letting himself get caught for Ian. He’d been struggling to spend any time alone after it all too. He just hoped Mik hadn’t noticed.
“Are you ready to go, Ian?” Mikhail asked. He had planned to run out to a craft store to get some fabric for Ian to work with, but his brother panicked. He offered to bring him along, but they hadn’t tried going out with Ian in his pocket.
“Yes,” Ian yawned.
Mikhail was worried about how tired he seemed. Ian swore he was fine. Mikhail just pushed the thoughts away and offered his hand to his brother. The borrower seemed to have some trouble climbing on for once increasing Mikhail’s worry. He lifted his hand up to his chest pocket and pulled it open with his other hand. He waited a bit as Ian just sat still in his palm.
“Aren’t you going to put me in?” he asked. Mikhail laughed a bit and shook his head.
“If you want me too, but I thought you’d rather climb in on your own,” Mikhail answered. Ian nodded and stood, he was a bit more unsteady than usual.
Ian approached Mik’s pocket slowly. He never had much fun in pockets. He was dumped in and thrown around in the past. It wasn’t chest pockets like this either. He looked into the dark space deciding how to go in exactly. He settled on just getting it over with and nearly fell over himself climbing in. He landed in an awkward position at the bottom of the fabric.
He tried to right himself, but wasn’t making any progress. It was only getting worse. He felt the chest behind him vibrate as Mik laughed. He hit his brother with what strength he could muster in his awkward position. It made Mik laugh a bit more before light entered Ian’s small space. He looked up and saw a finger reaching in.
He thought Mik was going to move him, but the finger just hung a bit above him. He carefully reached out and grabbed on. He used his brother’s finger as leverage to get more comfortable. Once he was settled he let go and watched as Mik moved away and pulled back the pocket opening. Above him Ian just saw green eyes with a hint of laughter in them.
“Don’t worry, pockets aren’t as easy to ride in as they look,” Mik smiled. Ian did feel better knowing it wasn’t only him who had trouble.
Mik let go and Ian was in a light darkness. It wasn’t like when he was in the walls or his room at night. Mik pressed a hand against him and then started walking. It felt nice, the light sway as his brother walked. Ian leaned against the firm chest and listened to the loud heartbeat. It helped him relax for the first time in weeks. Beneath the loud beat of a heart he could hear air whooshing through massive lungs.
Mikhail shifted a bit as he walked. He didn’t fully intend it, but better senses were nice to have at times like this. After what happened on the bus he was nervous about bringing Ian out with him. Today was a short walk to a nearby craft store and then home, it shouldn’t be a problem. He was more aware than normal as Ian shifted in his pocket.
Once outside he tried to keep his pace steady. Ian didn’t seem to be moving much, but that was better. He could remember the few times he’d ridden in a pocket like this. It was nice sometimes. It depended on the person and how steady their movement was. Trips to visit parts of his mother’s family who knew about the abilities like his often had him in someone’s pocket. His size had been too unstable and small was more common back then. He sighed as he started to approach the door.
“Almost there Ian, I can hear if you say anything,” he whispered. He’d already reached the entrance and a chime sounded as he opened it. Ian didn’t say anything, but he started to walk around trying to look inconspicuous. “I’m going to ask you about a few things, if you don’t want to talk just pat my chest twice for yes and once for no.”
Ian nodded to himself before realizing he had to make sure Mik knew. He patted his brother’s chest twice and heard a relieved sigh. He was tired, it was getting hard to keep his eyes open. He barely registered the things Mik asked about, but would pat his chest if he thought he could use it. Eventually Mik stopped talking to him and he finally lost his battle falling asleep.
Mikhail had his hands full as he walked back. He hadn’t felt Ian move in a while, but hoped it was fine. He walked in and set the bags down, finally looking into his pocket. Ian was sleeping. He’d curled up as small as he could in one of the pocket’s corners. Mikhail smiled and carefully moved to lie down on his couch. He pulled his phone from his other pocket and started to read a book he’d bought a few months ago.
Ian woke up slowly. It was warm and comfortable, but he realized the ground he was on was moving. He jumped up hitting the fabric above him. He panicked as the ground below him rumbled. Slowly the sound registered in his mind as Mik’s laugh. He barely remembered the trip out to the store, but started to climb out of the pocket.
Mik was on his back holding his phone above him. Ian had no idea how long he’d been asleep, but it looked like his brother hadn’t noticed him. He finished climbing out and started making his way up to his brother’s face. That made the quiet laughter stop as the huge face ahead of him turned to focus on him.
“You’re awake,” Mik smiled. Ian didn’t make a sound just kept climbing up the chest. Once he was at his brother’s shoulder he slid down and curled up next to his neck. There was another round of laughter. Hearing it through Mik’s neck was strange, but he didn’t mind it.
“I’m still tired,” he murmured. Mik shifted slightly before he moved his own head to be pressed against Ian slightly.
“Go back to sleep.” Ian smiled once his brother said that and closed his eyes. He could hear the sound of Mik’s pulse and a lot more from his position. He liked feeling safe with a human like this, it was nice.
#gt#giant/tiny#g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#g/t community#gt community#gtjuly#GTJuly2022#day 25 pocket#OC:Ian#OC:Mik/Mikhail
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I dont know if you've done this already but have you drawn or made picrews/other programs with some of ur ocs? I've seen you describe them abit but I'm a bit curious to see how you actually imagine them to be
I haven't done a big post so I will use this ask to do one! I actually have descriptions for each character in a spreadsheet I've made to track all the info I have, I've made picrews, and I have two commissions done so far. This one for the mafia AU god squad and this one for when Corus and Mira met
Comm I got for streya <3
Comm of Delphia, Ash, and Alessia in Vampire AU
fanart of mira and corus
Below the read more is a description I have an at least one picrew I've made of each of my ocs! I made a lot of these a long time ago so I sadly don't have the links but I can def try to find ones if people want them!
Mira: pale skin with lavender hair and pink eyes. She has a natural red tint to her cheeks with a pink color for her lips. Her body is lean and muscular, reflecting the years of training she's had. In her streamer universe she has a lean form with slight muscle from casual workouts. When you first see her you wouldn't assume she's as tactful and agile as she is.
Kaya: black hair, brown eyes and brown skin. They have some freckles by their nose and mole under their left eye. While they usually share in some of Mira's training they retain a thin frame and appear petite at first glance. They look innocent at first, as if they have no understanding of darker sides to the world. In reality they have stared it in the face and continued with a smile
This heart one is an adorable comm from @graff-aganda gotten by @alarcomet
Ian: fair skin with blond hair and brown eyes. His face is covered in a dusting of freckles. He's a little shorter than average at first in his original universe. He has a lanky frame that some may even call scrawny at times. He looks younger than he is, giving an impression of early teens rather than close to an adult.
Delphia: pale white skin with emerald eyes that stand out against it. Her hair is a dark black, almost ebony. She's above average height in most universes with a thin frame. Generally she's pale to a concerning degree. Almost like you'd think she's dead if she held her breath. She appears innocent and naive by choice, if she changes to seem world weary it's best to listen
Where it exists people might think she's a bit like snow white
Vincent: striking silver hair, usually tied back. He has one eye green like emeralds, the other purple like violets. Overall his features are striking, but the scars over his eyes stand out against his sepia brown skin. He's intimidating, usually holding a look of disdain or pointed disinterest. If he cares for you he will kill for you
Melody: around average height with pale skin and heavyset. She has long brown hair frequently put up in ponytails or braids. Glasses that hide the bags under her eyes and a bright red tint on her cheeks. She also has a single dimple mirrored by Caprice. She looks young and innocent as if the things she suffered never happened. Most often she wears jeans and dark colored t-shirts with a black hoodie
Caprice: fair pale skin with freckles, short brown hair, and brown eyes. He usually has an athletic build and a bit short for men. He doesn't need glasses and has a healthy look. He has a single dimple mirrored by Melody. He appears goofy and ignorant, a mask he wears that can fall away to someone who sees more than anyone would like.
Lilith: dark brown skin, red eyes, and naturally black hair. She likes to dye it purple. Overall she is adorable. There is always a possessiveness in her face if she likes you.
Corus: black hair long enough he can tie it in a small ponytail. He has blue eyes and tanned white skin. At first glance he looks tall with an average build at best, but he has a lot of muscle that you can't see. His way of dress hides the fact he's well built. It's a byproduct of ways he's tried to handle his anger issues through out the years. He looks like someone easy to take advantage of at first, but then his anger comes through and he's terrifying regardless of size.
Zeke: golden brown skin, green eyes, and red/orange hair. He looks welcoming and intelligent. Overall his build is a bit average but his arms reflect the manual labor his life usually requires. He's observant and quick to act. When it's viable he has glasses that help him see far away. Luckily he has no issues up close.
Mikhail: He has rich black skin, green eyes and long black hair. He has a lean frame that some would assume is from being consumed in his studies. Most of the time he needs glasses more specifically for reading. His size changing in his original universe does change his frame slightly. The bigger he grows the more imposing his build becomes and the opposite for smaller. He'd be bird like at Ian's size
Alessia: rosy white skin and a warm look to her face. She's chubby which hides the strength she's capable of. Her hair, which flows to the middle of her back, is the same color as the night sky and she has brown eyes that radiate kindness. Generally around average human height. Soft is a good way to describe her. As a goddess she is usually dressed in a golden suit of armor that still leaves her legs, arms, hands, and head free.
Rhys: sharp edges to his face, the tawny brown skin accented with salmon hair. His eyes change colors depending on mood, but he is most commonly seen with them at bright pink. He isn't too tall and has a stout form. When he's calm his features have him looking reliable. As a god he dresses for the times, frequently in the most common clothing styles of the era until more modern times.
Ash: appears intimidating. A sharp face with one green and one blue eye. Their brown hair is short almost shave. They have umber brown skin and, as a god, tend to wear something that looks like leather armor. It's more like a misviewed tunic. They are frequently considered to look like a warrior or soldier and mistaken for the god of war.
Vitus: ashen white skin and even whiter hair. His hair is a bit below his shoulders and usually tied back with enough left free to frame his face. He has striking emerald eyes and a stern gaze. He has an average build and appears normally to be around mid thirties to early forties in age. He's taller than most others. As a god he tends to wear a button up shirt and simple plain pants regardless of the era. As a human he has reading glasses.
Dabria: fair white skin that looks like she's spent a lot of time under the sun. She has ebony hair which seems to flow endlessly behind her and piercingly red eyes. Her round face almost always carries a small smile and radiates warmth. She has a chubby form and is happy to offer comfort to any who need it. As a goddess she tends to wear a simple black dress, as a human she wears darker colors and jeans unless it's more formal
Felix: a stocky build. He has golden eyes and short black hair that slightly frames his face. His skin is a warm beige. He looks judgemental and cold at first glance. His features give a calculating feeling. As a god he dresses ostentatiously, styles that mimic nobility or expensive styles of the era.
Sola: a soft tan to her white skin, something that makes her look to have spent long days out in the sun. Her hair is just a bit past her shoulders, a light blonde color with specks of blue and white. Her eyes like like the morning sky, bright yellow at the center for the sun. She dresses in bright colors and most often has her arms and legs uncovered. She appears childish like Luna. A round face, large eyes, and over all child like features. She is twins with Luna. She appears bright, outgoing, and loud, but tries to match those around her more than act freely.
Luna: pale skin that could remind you of moonlight. He has shoulder length hair that's black with specks of white like stars. As a god his eyes are almost mirrors of the night sky, but human leaves him with a deep blue. He dresses in dark colors that relate to the era. He looks childish, a round face, large eyes, and general child like features. He is twins with Sola. He appears shy and reserved, but just is soft spoken.
Ryder: the build of a soldier. He reflects his status as god of war in his stature. His eyes are silver and, as a god, his pupils are shaped like swords. He has a surprisingly kind look most of the time. His face is scared despite never being in battle, he also has some scars along his arms and torso. He has long black hair that reaches down his back and he tends to leave as is. He tries to appear ready to fight in any universe he's in despite his lack of actual experience and general reasons to fight.
Kyrie: warm beige skin and a chubby build. His hair and fins are black at first. Both will change later to mimic colors of the deep sea to aid in hiding from humans. His eyes are the same color as the deep sea giving him the best sight of the merfolk under water. His hair is long and reachs almost to his tail. He opts not to do anything to it much like Pelago. He can look intimidating when he smiles, large fangs poking out. He is technically not full grown until some time after he meets Melody and grows significantly from the size he'd been until then.
Pelago: slender with dark brown skin. She has scars over her face from years of abuse due to the colors of her scales. She has blond hair the is half the length of her body. Her scales are a bright white and define her as an oceanid. Her eyes match the colors of her scales and fins as white as well. She still holds a kind smile despite the way she's been treated in the past. Pelago looks the most human when she smiles, her smaller size leaving her no need for large fangs.
Byssal: fair white skin and a stout build. He has used his size to keep Pelago safe and appears intimidating. His hair is green and usually braided. When loose his hair is almost longer than Pelago He has green scales, fins, and eyes. He has some scales along his skin unlike Pelago. Byssal frequently wears a scowl and bares his fangs at anyone who isn't Kyrie or Pelago (later that grows to Melody and Caprice)
Streya: skin the same color of space, she'd disappear into the darkness without the stars. She wears a gown that looks like endless stars. Her eyes are a solid dull purple when she's not matching a planet, they change to match the planet she's mimicking. Her hair is long reaching down into the endless space like her gown. It's a base shade of black with glowing blue on the top and the tips. On the right side of her head her hair is a lighter blue. There's a hint of purple all throughout it. She has a plump form. She has a round face that almost always has a look of awe or curiosity
Meg: skin is pale and she wears simple earrings. Her hair is a light brown that falls just below her shoulders. She has brown eyes. She has a dusting of freckles on her face, she wears simple glasses. She has a thin frame with a round face. She dresses casually, a warm jacket with simple things. A necklace with a star on it and tends to have jackets with patches or pins for lgbt
#awkwardanswers#maybe i should have split this but i already did all the work#I'll consider it another day#OC:Rhys#OC:Vitus#OC:Dabria#OC:Ash#CollabOC:Vincent#CollabOC:Meg#OC:Streya#OC:Ryder#OC:Seer/Delphia#OC:Mik/Mikhail#OC:Ian#OC:Luna#OC:Sola#OC:Pelago#OC:Kyrie#OC:Melody#OC:Caprice#OC:Byssal#OC:Felix#OC:Corus#OC:Mira#OC:Zeke#OC:Kaya#OC:Alessia#gt ocs
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For the battery ask game, my phones at 86% and oc is up to u :3
work was super busy so i'm finally getting to answer this ask! ask list is here
86%. What is your characters educational background if they have one? Did they choose to go to college/university after graduation? What is their major?
sooo most of my characters in their default aus have pretty much no education lol. I will give you an answer from a few that do have it in their original stories
Mikhail: He went to private school until he started living with his aunt, it was public school after that. He went to a prestigious college (good grades cause he didn't like going out because of his shifting) and got two degrees in anthropology and folklore. He is incredibly respected in his field enough that he's managed to keep any research into the tiny people mythos to a minimum
Melody: She went to public school her whole life and went to an in state college for Computer Science. Originally she was going to drop out, but then her siren blood kicked in so it was a good back up for a career.
Corus: He went to private schools most of his life, but a public high school. He went to college because his parents pushed for it and wound up majoring in cyber security. He's now a network engineer who gets to work from home most of the time, but now and then he has to go into the office
#awkwardanswers#oc:melody#oc:mik/mikhail#oc:corus#i have others i could do#both in their og universes and aus
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Oops I missed that the ask game was for oc 😳
Also 5 and 19 for Sola, Mikhail, and Ian please 😁
you're all good. I mean I am sort of my own OC. So it's valid lol. If anyone else wants to ask me or my oc things, I may not be as honest as the OCs but i'll answer
Ask Game
5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.
Goddess Sola: Makes a face trying to remember what that means. Gets excited once the memory comes back.
"The little cloud and Alessia are my role models. They both know so much about mortals! They also do a lot of good things. Alessia protects people and the little cloud is always using her powers for others. I want to do that stuff too! Although I usually scare mortals badly, Delphia said I should only meet them if she's around after the last time..."
Human Sola: Looks around so no one is nearby.
"I want to be like my mom! She's so pretty and strong. Also takes care of everyone even if they're bigger or smaller than her. I'll be just like her when I grow up! I'll wear pretty long dresses too!"
Every Ian: Fidgets with his hands nervous to be answering anything about himself. Thinks about the question and the people he's met in his life.
"...Mik. He stands up for his beliefs and doesn't care if people hate him for it. Even if he couldn't be huge he'd face down anything. I want to be confident and strong like that. Have something I believe in enough to chase after it like he does too."
Streamer AU Ian: Hugs himself as he thinks a little harder. Mik is one, but he does have another role model too.
"Mira too. She's been trying really hard to move forward after what she went through. Hearing how bad it was gave me nightmares and she still tries so hard. I want that strength to move forward like her."
Shifter/Giant/human Mikhail: Folds his arms across his chest eventually rubbing his chin. He lets out a sigh before settling on an answer.
"I'd suppose my aunt if I have to pick one. The woman can be ferocious and doesn't let anyone abuse their size or power. Although she can be a bit too intense at times. That part I definitely don't envy. She doesn't hesitate to stand up for what's right, doesn't let her thoughts stop her. I need to be more like that."
Alien Mikhail: Has had Ian explain what that terminology means and still barely gets it. Thinks hard about it for long enough it seems like he won't answer.
"It would be my teacher that aided me in becoming one of the planet seekers. They had been one for many years and brought many species into our group. I hope to leave a record like them after me."
19. Describe an average day in your life.
Goddess Sola: Excitedly bouncing on her feet and desperately wanting to take the chance to drag you along with her.
"I usually go watch the clouds and draw pictures in them! Sometimes I grab one of the others to come with me. Then I go to the mortal realm and make sure the light isn't overwhelming and the clouds have become fun shapes when they aren't bringing a storm. Ash says I hurt storms when I shape those clouds so I had to stop. Sometimes I stop and watch mortals too, they do so many interesting things."
She starts to ramble about games she's seen mortal children play. Describing things like tag and hide and seek. The point of the question was lost on her as she just excitedly talks about the things she sees.
Human Sola (Snake in the shed): Frowns as she thinks about it.
"Mom and dad say I have to go to school even though the borrowers don't so I do that. Then I come home and play with Luna until mom finds out I didn't do my homework. Luna helps me with it and then we watch the movies he likes until bed time. Sometimes it's too hard for Luna so Ash or Rhys help me too. Oh and the days Felix or Ryder visit are the best! They play fun games and give me new toys.
Borrower Sola (Vamp Del AU): She smiles excited to tell someone all the things she does. Her parents and Delphia would yell at her if they knew.
"I sneak around Del's room when she's sleeping during the day. I want to see if I can find anymore hidden things from the past us. Sometimes Vincent finds me and he makes me go back to bed. He's too quiet for being so big. Rhys reads me stories when Vincent finds me though, so I let him find me sometimes. At night the others make me and Luna practice borrowing. Just in case we have to leave here, but I don't wanna leave. I love Delphia and she lives forever so we're safe. I'm a better climber, but Luna is better at getting supplies. After that we play games with Delphia and sometimes she reads us books. They have a lot of weird sounding words, she says it's old English whatever that means. Then I fall asleep and Delphia or the others help me get to our bed."
Human Sola (mafia au): She's excited to meet someone new who wants to hear about her. She thinks hard, but her answer is pretty simple.
"I have a human tutor that teaches me what I'd learn at school. Mom and Dad say school isn't safe for me, but that's fine. Then I spend time with Luna in Dad's office. Sometimes I go find my brothers or sister, but everyone else is always so busy. I hope one day I can be busy like them too. At night everyone comes to say hi, but it's too late for us to do much with them. The days they're home are the best. Those days are rare."
Borrower Ian: Sits near his house ready to bolt just in case. Stays incredibly nervous despite the promises he's safe. Giving up his routine is risky, but Mik said it was ok and to be honest and he trusts Mik.
"I... I usually start by checking the entrances like Mik taught me. That they're still sealed properly and for any other borrowers who might need help. Then I try to get food, sometimes Mik left some out other times he hasn't woken up yet so I get it myself. The rest of the day I usually spend with Mik doing whatever he does. Sometimes I try to get better at making clothes with the fabric Mik gives me. Or watch the shows on the big screen that make me laugh. I-it's pretty normal for me, but other borrowers would think I'm crazy. I just like not being trapped somewhere all day anymore."
Human Ian (streamer au): Shrugs his shoulders, it's not exciting. He's kind of shocked someone wants to know.
"I just play some games for my streams then usually hang out with Mik. Sometimes I sit in while he does his podcast recordings, help out with timings and sound board stuff. Then I teach him about some of the games I streamed. We just hang out, there's been a few times I just send him memes from my phone while sitting in his chest pocket. On some rarer occasions I go play games with Mira, Corus is there too. The guy is insanely good for someone so sleep deprived."
Human Ian (alien au): Hugs himself still trying to figure out what is even safe for him to do each day.
"I wake up... eat the food I'm given. Then I just hang out unless Mik needs me. It's still pretty hard to be out around the alien, even worse when the guy walks around as a giant so much." Ian shudders. "Still better than being homeless in the woods. The alien tries too, I'll get used to him eventually... probably."
Shifter Mikhail: Frowns a bit since this is disrupting his average day. It's the middle of a semester and he has work to be doing.
"I teach my classes at the university. Stay late for office hours in case a student needs me. Grade papers while there. Come home and often times become Ian's size to spend time with him. When I'm worn out he doesn't mind that I stay a human size and he sits on my chest while I read to unwind. I make a simple dinner that's easy for a borrower to eat without making a mess of themself and then go to sleep." Mikhail has made the active choice to avoid mentioning how annoyed the other professors make him. The times he shifts just enough his chair creaks from someone's annoying conversation topics. The aloof professor never gets to be left alone in peace and quiet while at the school.
Giant Mikhail (streamer au): Nods understanding the curiosity. He'd be curious too. Takes a few minutes to come up with an answer he hopes is good enough. His life is fairly boring outside of the time he helped Corus.
"I work on the story of my horror podcast most mornings. Do research when it's time for the news episode. In the afternoon Ian comes by and usually causes some trouble until I put him in my pocket. Sometimes he actually helps. The entire time he's in my pocket he's sending memes to my phone making it vibrate and distract me." Mikhail has a soft smile on his face as he talks about the 'annoying' things Ian does. "Then we just hang out. I read books he plays games. Sometimes he shows me how to play one of his games. Some days I go see Delphia we usually get lunch or dinner. Now and then Corus joins us too."
Alien Mikhail: Thinks about how his routine would best be explained to humans. Frowns as he considers it might sound problematic, but has nothing better to explain himself.
"A day for my kind is a bit longer. I usually spend it researching humans through the media I can now understand. I haven't been able to find a good explanation for some things. Like 'yeet' or why people miss vines. From my research nature still has plenty of them. I make meals for Ian and leave them for him to eat as he feels ready too. I try to mimic the lifestyle the humans in the media I've found use to make Ian feel comfortable. I'm not sure it has worked, but trial and error is my only option. I also spend a lot of time making things in the ship easier for him. I have been working on a surprise for a while, I found many humans do things like this and I hope it helps assuage his nerves. I'm sorry I've gotten off topic. Other than research, I write reports on my progress. Currently it's known I've met a human who has agreed to help me. After what I sent back so far many others are excited to learn more about humans, they are quite strange creatures. The blankets were something a lot of people have started to use on my planet."
Mikhail seems to stare off, it's a little hard to tell with his eyes a solid color. It's clear he thinks he answered the question sufficiently, even with his bit of off topic additions.
#awkwardanswers#i have so many solas#also really what am i if not my first oc?#so you're totally fine#i might have gone overboard as usual lol#ty ty so much for the ask#oc: ian#oc:mik/mikhail#oc:sola
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Would Mikhail ever be open with letting other people into his life and reveal his size shifting and borrower son?
Mikhail and Ian are more brothers than father and son, but he'd be cautious of letting anyone in.
His family that has abilities (like his aunt) know what he can do, but they didn't treat him the best at his different sizes. A lot of grabbing when he was small, some cousins that were too forceful in making him play their games. As he got older he was at least able to hide that he got small. The family members weren't cruel, but definitely not something the young terrified kid needed.
He's more likely to trust borrowers than humans though. While he was growing up he and his aunt had to move if the wrong people found out about him. It wasn't often, but once was enough to show him what the wrong person could do to someone small.
On the other hand he's just personally uncomfortable with normal humans. He feels like it's easier to separate himself from borrowers if he feels himself losing control of his size. Plus they already see him as a monster humans don't.
Although it isn't impossible, if a human who he knew was kind to borrowers showed up he'd at least try to be friends with them.
#awkwardanswers#i so need to do more with ian and mikhail#they're good brothers#although i may have a bit of a weird view with siblings cause of my own#he might be too dad like lol#oc:mik/mikhail
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Streamer AU Stuff
Features a ton of ocs in a world of humans and giants living together. Easier to leave this as it's own since I want to do a lot more eventually
Stolen Snacks
Hide and Seek
First Day In A New Home
Celebration With Candy
How Dare You (Ian Meets Mikhail)
Results of Expectations: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Final)
A Not Too Distant Future
Nightmares
#OC:Mira#OC:Corus#OC:Ian#OC:Mik/Mikhail#OC:Mikhail/Mik#OC:Seer/Delphia#OC:Alessia#OC:Ash#OC:Rhys#OC:Vitus#OC:Dabria#masterlist sections
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Ian and Mikhail
Stories and universes that are just these two primarily
Original Universe
Secret Brother: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Final)
Testing Boundaries
Ian's Halloween
Mikhail's Past: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3(Final)
Rough Ride
Secret Gifts
Mutual Fears
Peaceful Rest
At Season’s Change
Alien SizeShifters
First Contact
Meal Times
Adjustment Period
Mikhail’s Realization
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Do Ian and Mik meet other borrowers and/or people like Mik?
Mik has actually met a lot of borrowers in his life. He knows the signs and if he catches any news they might be in trouble he'll show up and get them out. It's not usually met in a way they trust him, but he takes them to the first borrower he met, Maria. She still lives with his aunt and helps any he meets kind of adjust.
Ian hasn't met many after his family, he's a bit scared to meet Maria too. There will definitely be borrowers who show up, Mik seems like the perfect human to live with. He has a pretty strict schedule and "forgets" things around the house a lot. Although with how Ian lives around Mik it's not going to be a normal meeting if others show up, he looks young and a 'human' keeps a close eye on him.
Others like Mik well that's a bit less likely, but not impossible. After all it's not like his family would be the only one with some not so human blood in their ancestry :)
Although if met and they're as... calm as Mik who can say....
#oc asks#awkwardanswers#OC:Ian#OC:Mik/Mikhail#ahh thank you so much for asking about them#I need to do more with them <3#smolcomfycat
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1, 4 and 33?
Loyal: This one is hard, but I'm going to pick Delphia. She would do anything for the people close to her, even if it goes against her beliefs.
4. Ambitious: Mira. The demon versions of ocs are all about pushing a trait they have to the max and Mira's is 100% her ambition.
43. Organized: Mikhail. He stays organized because his own size fluctuates he needs to know where everything is just in case.
#awkwardanswers#oc asks#OC:Seer/Delphia#oc:Mira#OC:Mik/Mikhail#loyal is hard#all the ocs are pretty loyal#delphia takes it to another level
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