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hhmmm how about mafia AU Alessia, Ash and Delphia, for 'Giants kissing tinies on their tummy, its a vulnerable place that protects vital organs— so an abundance of trust would be needed. But goodness, would the gentle contact melt them..' and maybe 'Giants that purr', if that's alright :3
ty so much for the prompt from the list i shared!! This wound up being just what i needed to start getting my brain going again
hope you like a bit of drunk cry baby alessia and trusting humans
tw: drunk giant, mentions of alcohol
Trust and Honesty
“Should I walk you back?” Felix asked. Alessia shook her head, but the stumble that followed likely didn’t make him want to listen.
“M’fine. Take care of the humans. I’ll get home fine,” she said as she pushed him away. Her brother sighed, but did step back from her. She waited for him to leave, but he stared down at her instead.
“Alessia.”
“What?”
“The bag, I need that to take care of the humans.”
“Oh!” Alessia quickly shoved her hands forward, the bag with humans not even in them. She furrowed her brows in confusion. One look around and she found the bag by where she had been sitting, safely hidden from her drunk moves and prying eyes of other giants. With all her focus she lifted the bag and slowly moved it into the open. She let it sit on the table, wincing when she heard a scream from inside.
“Get some sleep, make sure you drink some water. You should have sent one of the signals we would have started to water down your drinks.”
“M’fine. I can drink just as much as you or Rhys!”
Felix laughed, Alessia pouted. One of his hands landed on her head before he grabbed the bag with humans. No noises from inside when he did it. She wanted to be more reassuring to humans. Others said she was more comforting than her brothers, but she didn’t believe them. All night humans called her a monster. Even after she’d slipped them into her hand to drop them in her bag. If she opened it now they’d call her one too.
“Are you sure you don’t want someone to go with you?” Felix asked again. She stepped out from under his hand. “Rhys shouldn’t be far from here. He could drop Ryder off if you just don’t want one of us around.”
“I said,” Alessia glared up at her brother, “it’s fine. Just take the humans to be safe. Where there aren’t any monsters.”
“Alessia-”
She walked off before he could say more. Each step was steady until she walked out the door. Immediately she stumbled and nearly fell to her knees. A part of her knew she should have had someone walk back with her, but she didn’t want that tonight. Just enough that went wrong to make it hard to head back home. She briefly considered going to stay at a different bar for the night.
Alessia jumped when her phone beeped. It took a few tries to pull it free from her pocket, even more to get her password right. A smile slipped onto her face when the screen lit up with the message. A picture from Ash of Delphia climbing up the blanket Alessia left falling off her bed. Another message chime and a picture of Delphia with crossed arms sitting on the ground where the blanket was piled up. A laugh left her as she shoved the phone back in her pocket.
Alessia took a deep breath and started forward. Two humans that trusted her. That were clearly tired of waiting for her to get home. After a few steps she stumbled again, but this time she laughed. She could already picture Del complaining about how late it was. Things had gotten a little out of hand, but it would be fine now. She’d get home and hold the two most amazing humans ever.
Stumble after stumble Alessia got closer to her home. It felt like an eternity before she saw the gate to their property. Another stumble, this time she wound up close to the building next to her. A crack sounded that froze her blood. Slowly she lifted her foot to see a crushed human car. Alessia fell to her knees, picking at the destroyed vehicle.
“Oh no,” she breathed. Tears fell from her eyes as she managed to pry the top of the car off. The relief that entered her body finding it empty was impossible to explain.
It was a rare chance to see the inside of a human car. It looked the same as the ones she’d been in. It was so tiny though. She could hold it, treat it like a toy. Humans would sit inside, drive around, live their lives. Average, normal, part of a daily life…and she broke it. That made a sob slip out of her chest.
Alessia wound up trying to figure out a way to fix it. She tried to pull the car back into shape. The attempt to flatten the tiny roof broke it in half. To fix a door landed with it in her fingers. Everything broke it more. That made Alessia cry more. It lasted until the car was torn apart in front of her. Then she just sat there, crying over the tiny car she broke.
“Alessia?” Rhys’s voice made it worse. “Are you ok?”
She turned back to find her brother walking towards her. Ryder was on his shoulder. That made a new round of sobs start. She was going to make her youngest brother hate her. All because she stumbled and stepped on a car. Rhys started to run once he saw her face.
“What happened? Did you get hurt?”
A shake of her head. Alessia brought her hands up and tried to dry her eyes. Rhys’s hand was on her shoulder after a few seconds. That made her feel even worse. Ryder could definitely see the car now.
“Alessia?” Ryder asked.
“I broke it,” she whispered. She pulled her hands away from her face and stared at the torn apart car. Now Ryder could see her like the other humans.
“Alessia, it’s just a toy we can get another one.” Rhys grabbed her arm and tried to pull her to her feet, but she pulled out of his grip.
“It’s a car Rhys! I broke someone’s car!”
Alessia cried even harder. Rhys sighed, but Ryder started to climb down her. She didn’t want him to see what she did, but it was more terrifying to grab him. She gasped when his weight was gone from her.
“Rhys let me look,” Ryder shouted. She didn’t hear Rhys say anything. Instead he reached down and lifted a part of the roof she’d broken. He dropped Ryder on the hand the roof was in and used his now free hand to grab her own.
“Alessia feel this. It’s not metal, human cars are made of the same metal as a giant’s car. Let’s get you home and then Ryder and I will come back to clean this up, ok?,” Rhys whispered.
After a few sniffles she nodded. Rhys pulled her up from the ground. It was a lot harder to stay on her feet this time. After one step Rhys sighed. She sniffled again, now she made him upset. The weight against her was gone, replaced by something hitting her knees. She gasped as he pulled her into his arms. Sometimes it was easy to forget her brothers were strong enough to carry her.
“Put me down,” she whined. It was the first time she saw his eyes, he looked worried. Ryder was sitting on the top of his head staring down at her. Both her brothers gave her firm shakes of no. “I can walk!”
“This is faster,” Rhys said.
There was no option to argue once he started to walk. The best choice was sticking a pout on her face and crossing her arms. She refused to look at him too, but that backfired. She saw the car again and more tears came from her eyes. She didn’t want to go back to the house anymore. It didn’t feel like metal, but she didn’t believe Rhys. He was a good liar, she broke someone’s car.
“Can we not go home?” she whispered.
“We’re going home, you’re drunk,” Rhys was firm. He didn’t sound like he normally did. He sounded angry. She closed her eyes so she couldn’t see someone angry at her.
It was almost peaceful as Rhys walked in silence. Alessia’s tears slowly dried. She still wanted to argue she could walk, but it was kind of nice to be carried. Nice enough she thought she might even fall asleep.
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The next thing she knew she was dropped on her bed. Rhys said something she mostly ignored, her pillow smelled like flowers. Her favorite flowers. Ash and Delphia. They didn’t know about the car she broke. They didn’t think she was a monster, she loved them. She heard her door close and thought about trying to sleep.
That thought lasted less than a second. Alessia started to slide off her bed. She didn’t want to be too noisy and wake up her flowers. She didn’t want to lose their scent either. Her knees hit the ground with a thump. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and pushed herself off the soft surface.
She sucked in a breath before looking over to her dresser. Ash and Delphia didn’t come out. Either she was quiet enough or they’d gone to the home outside the main house. She chose to believe she was quiet enough. With that settled Alessia put her hands on the ground. It was obvious to her that crawling would be quieter than walking.
Alessia kept her head down while she crawled. A close eye on where each hand was placed. No human should be on the ground in here, but just in case. It was to avoid anything someone might have left in her room too. She wouldn’t want to break something that belonged to Ash, Delphia, Sola, or Luna. It would destroy her if she broke something of her mother’s.
It felt like an eternity before she was in front of her dresser. As slow as she could manage, she pulled herself to sit on her knees. Alessie set just the tips of her fingers against the dresser. Moved forward to rest her chin against the top, too. There was no movement. No noise. Nothing to give a sign that her flowers were in the house inside. She squinted to try and see through the walls to them.
Just as a whine started to bubble up in her chest, the door to the little house opened. Ash walked out without a shirt, pants hanging off their hips. The whine immediately swapped to a purr as they walked closer. She frowned when they stopped before touching her. The purr in her chest died down to where she barely felt it.
“You’re louder when you crawl,” Ash said. Alessia pulled her chin off the dresser and lowered her head until her eyes were all that was visible. “You were supposed to be home hours ago. We were worried. You saw the messages. Felix told us when you left.”
“Sorry,” she whispered. Ash stepped a bit closer. Their smell was intoxicating. She was desperate to taste them. They spread their arms wide.
Alessia quite literally jumped at the chance to get close. She slammed her lips right into their stomach. A hand behind them to hold them close. A purr erupted from her chest, she opened her lips slightly to get a taste of the earthy flowers. They chuckled, but leaned into her.
“Ash, I thought we were going to wait until tomorrow to talk to her,” Delphia’s voice was angry. Alessia whined again. It made the purr feel weird in her chest. “First she goes out to a bar when she promised to spend the night with us. Then she gets lost while drunk and Rhys has to go out to find her.”
“Sorry.” Alessia’s eyes started to fill with tears. Delphia walked forward and placed her hands on Alessia’s lips.
“Did you get hurt?”
A head shake. A tiny hand slapped her. She whined again. A tiny kiss pressed on Alessia’s lips had the purr burst out of her twice as loud as before. She brought a hand up behind Delphia and pressed a kiss on the cloth covering the tiny woman’s stomach. The dark blue satin nightgown didn’t hide the floral taste.
“You’re more drunk than I thought,” Ash chuckled.
“What kept you so long?” Delphia’s voice was soft, but Alessia dropped down at the words. She left the two humans standing high above her as she settled on her back.
“I don’t wanna tell you,” she whined.
Alessia jumped as a small weight landed on her stomach. Sometimes she forgot the two humans she fell for were reckless. As reckless as she was. Another weight joined the first and that only made her whine. They needed to stay up high where she couldn’t hurt them. Tears fell from her eyes as the image of the car popped into her head. It didn’t matter what Rhys said. She still thought it was a human car.
“Alessia, you can tell us. We were worried,” Delphia said. The little woman lost the fierce attitude when it came to Alessia, but it didn’t make anything easier. Alessia whined again, it was immediately replaced by purrs when one of the humans on her stomach moved.
She pushed herself up to see Ash walking on her. They stopped once she met their eyes and fell to their knees. A moment passed before they leaned down and kissed her stomach, just as she had them. It made her blush, but made it even harder to say what happened. Delphia did the same thing Ash did which set Alessia off. She couldn’t hide the truth from them.
“I-I st-stepped-” she sobbed, the words were a fight to get out “I stepped on a- on a car. R-Rhys says it w-was a toy, but it could be a human’s and then-then I broke someone’s car!”
“Alessia,” Both humans said her name, but she was set off again completely. She sat up as straight as she could without sending the humans tumbling to the floor and used a hand to rub her eye.
“I-I tried to fix it, but everything made it worse. Humans could be stranded and it’s all my fault. A-and now you two know and I-I might scare you and-and-and I’m a monster like everyone outside the Kamias! Like all the humans tonight said!”
Alessia gave up trying to see them. She fell onto her back and almost hoped the two would climb off her. Climb back to the house and leave her all alone. Instead she felt one of the two walking up towards her head, the other walking towards her legs. She was confused, but didn’t want to risk hurting them. It would be better if she didn’t move.
Whichever one of them had gone toward her legs reached the end of her shirt. She only knew because they lifted up the cloth. She gasped when cold tiny hands touched her skin. It was almost enough to make her sit up. Almost.
“Was there anyone in the car? Or things that could be a human’s?” Delphia’s voice came from Alessia’s chest.
“N-no, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a human’s car,” she whispered.
It was the first time in a long time she was worried about being too loud. The cold hands of Ash made her jump again when they pressed against the skin of her stomach. Another purr ripped from her chest when the smallest spot of cold hit her skin. Another kiss. Another sign of love, acceptance. Of trust.
“I did hear Rhys say he was going to go clean up what happened, Ryder was on his head,” Delphia walked as she spoke now. Getting closer and closer. Alessia tried her best not to give in to her desire to hold the little woman. To pull Ash from her shirt and hold them close where she could kiss them, smell them, anything her mind came up with.
“But-” Alessia stopped when another pinprick of cold hit her skin. She couldn’t understand just how Ash was that cold.
“So if there was a human, they’ll have a chance to get help. I doubt they saw a crying giant, likely mumbling to herself about how she broke a car and ruined some poor human’s life as a threat. Ryder will convince them, Rhys would smell them and catch them. Plus,” Alessia held her breath when she felt Delphia’s weight leave her chest. Relief made her purr louder when it reappeared on her cheek. Tiny hands wiped at the tears Alessia had been shedding, “You would have smelled a human. Knowing you, that would have made you grab them in fear they’d get hurt, especially with how much you had to drink tonight.”
They sat in silence for a bit. Alessia let what Delphia said settle in her mind. It made sense, sort of, but didn’t change anything. She could step on a car. Break it. Ruin something important for a human’s daily life. She was dangerous. A risk to the two currently on top of her. Especially the one she now felt making their way up to her chest.
She didn’t dare speak while Delphia was on her cheek. While Ash climbed to reach her face. Too many risks. Too much danger. It didn’t help that she couldn’t stop purring from Delphia’s scent and Ash’s movements. The two were a perfect combo to make her relaxed and happy. Something she didn’t deserve at the moment. The combo nearly beat her when Ash reached her collarbone and paused to plant a few more kisses. Each one making her purr grow just a little louder.
Finally Ash cleared her shirt. She was both sad and relieved to have it happen, it was safer they were out. They didn’t move from right by her neck. She waited a painfully long time. It was clear after a few seconds that they weren’t moving though.
“We trust you,” Ash said. Their words broke the little control she’d managed. She reached up quickly to grab Delphia and Ash, one in each hand. Then rolled onto her side to stare at them both. Ash smirked at her. It reminded her of Rhys’s when he broke through some bad lie she’d come up with. Ash spent too much time with him. “You’re no monster. We wouldn’t love you if you were.”
Alessia leaned into her hands. She pressed her lips against the stomachs of the two humans as best she could. Both started laughing as soon as she touched them. They’d said before that her purrs made her whole body shake. Made her lips tickle them. She kind of liked that. She kissed them again and again until finally the alcohol and tears caught up with her. She fell asleep holding them both, smelling the most wonderful flowers in the world, hearing the sweetest mixture of laughs.
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The next morning Alessia woke up on the floor with an awful headache. Two humans comfortably asleep in her hands and a little in her mouth from how she held them. She managed to push herself up while the two stayed asleep. Slow, slightly painful steps brought her to her bed where she got comfortable. Of course she did pull Delphia and Ash right against her lips again. The trust felt nice.
Her mind was clearer too. It was obviously a toy she stepped on thinking back. No motor, no glass, and like Rhys said it wasn’t metal. Crying over what she thought was a human car could have put her in a bad position with other families too. She couldn’t bring herself to care though. Not when the two most important people in the world to her cared enough to reassure her. To promise that even if it was a real car they wouldn’t abandon her.
#awkwardanswers#gt#g/t#giant/tiny#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community#oc:alessia#oc:seer/delphia#oc:ash#kamiafamilymafiaau
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The gym scene after the burn book is exposedSo many beautiful moments in it
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Random question, but how big are the gods in Seer and the gods? Also, Vitus and Dabria are said to be taller, but how do they compare to the other gods? (Hope you can answer. Love your stories!)
Wonderful ask I need to do more stuff making this clear. I promised someone I'd do one for the mers and don't think I ever got to it. ANYWAY
This is them side by side. For a number value:
Vitus/Dabria: 320ft
Ash/Ryder: 295ft
Rhys/Felix: 270ft
Alessia: 240ft
Sola/Luna: 150ft
In general the heights I try to keep roughly the same difference in aus for them too, but I might make them a little smaller. For god stuff these are the definite values. It's connected to their roles, power, and the human soul that helps shape them.
(Little fact I haven't explained yet. These gods all are based with a mortal soul. The old ones were just the will of the domain. A mortal soul keeps them tethered to the world and avoids feeding too into the negative sides of their domains or seeing mortals as just something that exists. Basically gives them sympathy and empathy.)
#awkwardanswers#seer and the gods#height reference#i should do this more#make a tag for it#awkwardocs height reference
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You have two ideas involving winged giants? 👀
heheheh yess i do. One is not so shamelessly inspired by a game location that I've been working on now and then.
Giant human form dragons with massive wings. older they are bigger they are.
Then giant angels that sorta the supernatural idea of need permission to use a "host", but the host isn't the same. Literally just a binding for them to be on earth that only the one(s) they're bound to can see. Gets fun ideas of invisible massive force of nature casually going to look at some with a human freaking out to stop them while everyone thinks the human is insane.
of course I have more demon au ideas and those nerds all have wings hehehe
#awkwardanswers#story ideas#i'm getting more together and writing again#my ideas will exist and i'll die as my perfectionist self thinks nothing is right lol
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Hello!! I just started reading all of these stories you've done with Mira and Corus, and I absolutely had to draw them <3 I hope that's alright!! I used the commission linked in the master post as a reference :] I'd like to draw them again, too, if that's okay!!
i don't think you know how absolutely overwhelmed I am to get this! It is 100% ok to draw them i'm dying so much right now like irl near tears this is so sweet <3
#awkwardanswers#oc: mira#oc: corus#fanart#dying and screaming#legit like akjshdflakjdhfalkfjdh#gt#giant/tiny#giant tiny#g/t#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community#first time i tag an answer too cause ahhhhhhhh#also you 100% can just post and tag me this is so sweet and i'm screaming still
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I just wanted to tell you that i really LOVE the Guardian AU ^^ please keep it going! Lots of love <3
This is so sweet thank you! I love that AU too and will def be using it whenever I get ideas for it. It's the most like daily life feeling one I have right now and it's fun!!
Things got a bit hectic last week so I'm playing a littttle bit of catch up. This really cheered me up to read ty <3
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Ice Cube Prank Gone Wrong... or Right?
hey @da3dm here's the next request. This might have changed a little bit from the original idea.
Rhys is a young borrower that likes to play tricks on mostly one of the two humans he lives with. One day it goes a little wrong.
Ice Cube Prank Gone Wrong... or Right?
Rhys glared at the dark blue thread currently wrapped around his ankle. It mocked him as he hung limply from the vent with that as his only life line. Stupid vent just had to shift under his weight and make him fall. He knew he was lucky he was caught by the thread, but he was more annoyed that his prank wouldn’t work out now. How could he drop one of those weird cold plastic cubes on the grumpy human when he was stuck like this?
It would be easy to free himself. It wasn’t like this was the first time he was caught by his ankle, but the humans were loudly talking in the other room. He had time to glare at the thread and vent for betraying him. At least he was supposed to have time. The humans were supposed to stay in the kitchen together. This was the day they always did that, but one voice started to come closer. From where he hung in the sky Rhys saw the grumpy human in the doorway starting to walk away from the room the other was in.
“I’ll just eat later, I have to meet this deadline,” the grumpy one shouted. Rhys started to try and climb up enough to free his ankle. He had to work quickly. Heavy steps rocked through him making it hard to grab the string.
Rhys froze when he felt himself drop. Staring up he saw the thread fraying. The sharper edge of the vent had caused the thread to weaken. Another step from the human had him drop again. He managed to grab the thread and start to pull it apart enough to free his ankle. He paused as he dropped again to stare down at the floor that would kill him if he landed on it. Another heavy step, another drop, and he went back to work.
Biting back a cheer he pulled his ankle free, holding himself up with the thread. Unfortunately it wasn’t fast enough, the human took another set of quick steps that had him falling. Rhys had no time to scream as his body registered the free fall. He was going to hit the hard ground and turn into nothing. His mouth kept moving as he tried to make some noise to maybe land on a human’s hand rather than the floor.
His body collided with something soft and warm, but firm too. The thing shifted forcing Rhys to slide down the soft surface. He felt more than heard the human make a noise that would usually make him laugh. He tried to grab onto something, but found only a surface that felt like skin against his palms. Ice filled his veins as the realization of where he landed hit him. The human, the grumpy human and he was still sliding down towards the floor. The reality didn’t get to set in long before he’d fallen between the human’s shirt and skin.
“Ryder! An ice cube really?” the human shouted. The voice was too loud. Covering his ears would have been a blessing. It took a steeper fall for him to remember to grab the cloth and avoid reaching the hard floor. “I told you to knock it off with these dumb-” A hand reached in too quickly to dodge. Rhys had the air squeezed out of him as fingers pinched him. “-pranks.”
Rhys was pulled out from the human’s shirt and rushed up to see a giant face. He felt sick as the golden eyes studied him. It had been terrifying to consider being caught by either of the humans. The one holding him always looked angry and put his full weight into each step. The yelling would bring the one with silver eyes, meticulous in everything he did down to the bits of plastic he left out a lot. The one holding him narrowed his golden eyes.
“...You’re not an ice cube,” the golden eyed human said.
Rhys had quips and responses flit through his mind. No I’m not, put me down. I’m just one you’ve never seen. Correct now if you’d let me go. I’m a new ice they’re testing out. None of them sounded quite right. He didn’t really know what an ice cube even was. His best guess would be that plastic square filled with water he was planning to drop on the grumpy human.
Either way he couldn’t bring himself to make a sound. Even if he did speak and miraculously got let go, there was no way for him to get home. He never set up the ladders and steps he needed after he moved here. The humans were too fun to mess with. Along with how hard it was to steal the materials from them. A stolen pin had grumpy searching for hours until Rhys put it back. A stolen plastic sword from the other one had the guy almost digging into the vent that Rhys liked to store things in. No reason to bring it all the way home when the humans might go crazy enough he gives it back.
“Felix I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the meticulous one said. He was coming closer now. The steps reached him even through the grumpy one. The fingers holding him actually tensed which forced a pained gasp to escape. It was followed with almost too much pressure removed. Rhys had to hold the fingers to make sure he wouldn’t fall.
Horrified, he stared at the entryway the grumpy human had come from. The other human appeared, his long black hair tied back and out of his face. He always knew the grumpy one was shorter, but held up this high made it more obvious. It was also more terrifying as the taller one came closer. His silver eyes lit up once they found Rhys. The approach of the tall one grew worse once he smiled.
Fingers thinner than the ones currently trapping him wrapped around him. Rhys could feel the strength in the digits as they forced him from Grumpy’s hold. He was moved quickly, fast enough to make him feel sick. The light around him disappeared. The fingers pressed him to something firm and warm. Not as soft as before, but that wasn’t important. The fingers slid until he was pressed against that firm surface by a human palm.
“Ryder, what exactly are you doing?” Grumpy asked. Rhys was doing everything he could to forget about those eyes. The way they looked at him made him want to die.
“You mistook them for an ice cube, they have to warm up,” the meticulous one announced. He always spoke like he was issuing orders to someone.
“You don’t even know if it’s supposed to be that cold. Warming it up could kill it.”
Rhys shivered at the tone used. He was going to be just some bug or animal to these two. He shouldn’t have been so focused on messing with them. They just kept blaming each other, but never did anything else. It was funny and almost made him feel like he belonged here. It was a lot nicer after the way he was sent away from his last few homes.
It seemed like the one holding him now at least wanted to help him live. That could give him the chance to escape. Then he’d leave and find another new home. The fourth one this year…
“Please, nothing alive should be this cold. Probably came in from outside due to the weather,” the meticulous one said. Rhys almost nodded along to that. A perfect excuse that he could use. A clicking sound came from above. It made his blood run cold. The things he left in the vent weren’t likely to stay where he left them now.
“Ryder, you have no idea what that is, if it belongs-” the grumpy one stopped. Silence followed for a horrible span of seconds.
Rhys held his breath, unable to see what was happening. The fingers that slid away wrapped around him. He grabbed the cloth shirt as tight as he could, desperate for something to keep him safe. His attempts to stay were completely ignored as the meticulous one pulled him free. He was forced to face the humans, wrapped in a tight fist. The grumpy one held a purple plastic cube between his fingers. The traitorous frozen thing had become slick in the warm air of the vent.
“Aha,” the shout made him jump, the meticulous one was too loud. “It appears we discovered a little prankster!”
Rhys started shaking. The humans definitely would hurt him now. He felt the golden eyes assessing him the whole time. The softer hand was held out near him. Rhys looked at the one holding him, there was something in the way he looked that answered any questions Rhys could ask. The grumpy one was going to get his way, it didn’t matter what happened.
The fist holding him moved until he was dropped on the palm. Fingers curled over him. He was brought close to those eyes, he genuinely considered poking one to try and escape. That would just kill him, Grumpy was wearing a shirt that just had thin bits of fabric on his shoulders to hold it up. Grumpy let out a hum while staring at him.
“Ryder, finish cooking breakfast. We’ll come eat in about…” Grumpy mumbled as he tilted his head, “thirty minutes.”
“Yes sir!” the other said.
The hand holding Rhys wrapped the fingers around him blocking most of his view. He was pulled close to the human, unable to see anything around him anymore. The steps jolted through his spine. This human wasn’t thinking about anything he did as he walked. Rhys didn’t want to see what Grumpy was planning. He tried to run through what he’d been taught before being sent off on his own. He was following one rule at least, never refer to a human by their name. Being too familiar could get him killed, although familiar wasn’t the issue now that he was caught.
Felix sighed as he kicked the door shut to his work room. He should have warmer fabrics than the creature currently wore in here. He just needed an idea of how big it really was. He walked to the desk he used to test designs, none of the dolls were quite small enough. They’d work at least.
He sat down, grabbing a few things before bringing his hand close to the table. Folding back his fingers, the thing was still shaking. It was hard to believe this was actually planning to drop an ice cube on anyone. Probably just liked the color and tried to steal it. He tilted his hand until the creature slid off. He hesitated for only a second before curling his other hand around it.
Felix grabbed a few of the heavier sewing kits he owned and placed them around the creature. Each side blocked off except the one open to where he’d be working on something. He considered something to keep it occupied. If it liked purple he could give it some purple fabric. Maybe it would make a nest on his desk… that would be interesting at least. He pulled his hand back, resting his elbow next to the sewing kit near the edge of the table.
“Stay put,” he mumbled. He didn’t really expect the thing to listen. Looking human doesn’t make it human. “I have a feeling you’ll run off if I don’t stop you.”
Felix grabbed the smallest doll he had. It was still at least twice as big as the creature. He found himself wondering if there were any other extremities he should worry about. Wings, a tail, anything. He’d just have to assume there weren’t. He wasn’t going to risk injuring it to find out, plus he’d need more than thirty minutes to go that detailed. He snapped the doll apart to get to work.
Felix jumped as the small creature shrieked. He stared at the thing, the small hands held over its head in fear. He didn’t see how it could have hurt itself. There weren’t any loose pins around. The idea that this had been the cause of the string of pranks he’d suffered only grew more impossible. Although the shaking was making him struggle to believe it wasn’t as human as it looked.
He noticed the creature looking at the doll in his hands. His own eyes went wide as he made the connection. Ryder’s theory that it came in to avoid the cold may not be wrong. If it had been in the house for any time it would know the dolls come apart. He put the doll back together, holding it out to the little creature. He used his empty hand to tap the creature’s head, guilt consuming him as the little thing scrambled away. The eyes locked on his fingers.
“Hey,” he whispered. He spared a glance at the doll he held. This creature was smaller than it and the doll was already so small in his hands. “They’re designed to come apart. I’m not gonna hurt you, I just use them to make small designs easier. Here, try pulling it apart, it’s easy.”
Felix held the doll’s head close to the little thing. He didn’t expect it to listen, he wasn’t ready to accept tiny people existed. It was a strange creature that used fabric to cover some shell or something… probably. Regardless he’d make something to keep it warm. After that they’d have to wait and see. The small form slowly stood and reached past the doll head to the shoulders. He smiled a bit when pink eyes stared up at him. Weird eyes just like he and Ryder had.
The small person tugged on the doll’s body. Felix didn’t even need to help, the doll popped apart. He smiled when a look of awe took over the creature’s face. There was a chance it hadn’t spoken because it was mute. It looked so much like a person, it was getting harder to deny that. It was possible that their voice was too quiet for them to hear too. The face was staring straight at where the doll had separated.
“Wow…” they whispered. Felix thought his heart stopped. That was definitely not meant for him to hear. It would be easy to pass off as the wind. At least if he hadn’t been sure the small mouth moved when he heard it. He sat back, pulling a slightly bigger doll closer to work with. He couldn’t deny it anymore, they’d found a tiny person. He’d wait until they’d eaten to ask about getting measurements for better clothes.
It was hard to guess the right size for someone so small while working on a doll four times their size. It didn’t have to be perfect though, an oversized sweater was enough. He kept looking at the small person while he worked. They were studying the part where the doll broke apart. It was clear they’d never seen something like it up close. He smiled when he saw the way they acted when they found another part that could disconnect.
Felix finished the sweater, but left the small person investigating the doll longer. At one point he reached closer to show more of how it worked. They backed away, but moved closer as soon as his hands were gone. It sort of reminded him of when he and Ryder were younger. The constant questions from the younger one about what he worked on. The look of awe felt more like their sister though.
“We’ve probably made Ryder wait long enough,” he said. The little person jumped and stumbled away from the doll. Felix grabbed the pieces, locking them back in place. He offered the sweater to the person, hoping it would work to get some response. He wanted proof he hadn’t imagined their voice. It would make everything a lot easier moving forward.
Small hands grabbed the sweater. The little face stared up at him with wonder and something he couldn’t name. The purple sweater was pulled over the small head. Felix had estimated poorly, it looked like it hung down past their thighs. It would be something he could fix once they started communicating. It had only just occurred to him they might speak different languages.
Felix reached for the small being. Hesitating when they started to shake again. He bit his lip, they couldn’t just wander freely. They would probably disappear, or worse a careless action could hurt them. He wasn’t about to let them die from his own ignorance. He pulled his hand back and set it in front of the person instead.
“Is this better?” he asked. The small face stared at him again, Ryder wasn’t going to be happy to let them leave anytime soon. Their frame looked thin. They felt it when he held them too. It was likely the little person hadn’t had a good meal for a long time. They nodded, Felix felt like an idiot. They listened when he offered the doll, of course they spoke the same language. He would have to make it up to them for doubting their personhood later. “I’m Felix.”
“...grumpy,” the small person said. He could hear a bit clearer. The voice was much more masculine than he first thought. The little man looked up with wide eyes. A deep breath made the sweater hanging loosely on his frame move. Felix opted to let Ryder deal with trying to make the man talk.
“Ryder’s waiting, let’s go.”
Ryder had focused his time since meeting the little prankster on trying to make small pancakes. He didn’t have the best judge of the small person’s size, but that wouldn’t stop him. Of course it didn’t help that he burned a lot of attempts. The delay Felix ran into wound up being something he appreciated. By the time he heard his elder brother returning he had the prankster’s portion ready. He set the plates with the pancakes he’d made for the two of them down.
Ryder stared at the small pile of tiny pancakes. He needed something for the little prankster to eat from. He searched around the kitchen before settling on a small dish they had from a tea set someone gave Felix a long time ago. He knocked the pile of food onto the dish, setting it centered between the two normal plates. He opened a bottle of water, using the cap to hold syrup for the small person.
As Ryder set the bottle cap down Felix walked in. His brother carried the small person in a flattened palm held near his chest. The small person didn’t appear to love the arrangement, but it might be better than a fist. He’d take that into consideration the next time he held them. Felix took his seat and set his palm down on the table. It made him smile to see the little prankster in something his brother had put together.
Ryder took his seat, leaning his elbows on the table. He put his hands up to rest his head on as he stared at the small person. It was clear they were young, probably close to his sister’s age. It made him worried that someone else was around they hadn’t seen. Felix hit his arm distracting him from his thoughts. The little person was staring up at him.
“I hope you haven’t found my brother poor company,” he said. Felix sighed, he never did like how Ryder phrased things. “I hope the pancakes are something you’ll enjoy, little prankster.”
The small person tensed. It made him worried. He moved his hand to check, but they scrambled away. The reaction spurred him on, reaching closer to them. Felix cleared his throat, getting Ryder to look at him. A single shake of his brother’s head made Ryder pull his hand back immediately. He looked to Felix for a sign of what to do next, a shrug was not the answer he wanted.
“...gonna…me…” the small person said. Ryder leaned closer to try and hear them better. The following stumble made it worse again. Especially when they tripped on the too long sleeve of the sweater Felix gave them. He and Felix shot out a hand to catch them, but failed. The small person fell onto the bottle cap of syrup spilling it on the table and themself.
Felix stood up quickly, shaking the table as he did. Ryder frowned as the prankster wound up covered in more of the sticky syrup. He reached forward with every intent to help the person. They started trying to force their way out of the purple sweater on their own. Looking at the mess, the best option seemed to be pulling them by their legs. It would get them out of the sticky substance, mostly clean.
Ryder moved carefully to pinch the small legs between two of his fingers. He pulled the prankster free from the predicament. The amount of squirming made him frown. The attempt was successful as he pulled them up and away from the puddle of syrup. The sink was running as Felix got things to clean the mess, he was almost tempted to just bring them over to it.
All his thoughts stopped when he met the face of the being he held. Nothing could make the tears on their face any clearer. The sniffling he heard was louder than a concert speaker to him. Slowly and carefully he set the little prankster down on the table. It was the first time Ryder took a good look at them.
The little person was young, younger than his sister. Salmon hair that needed to be taken care of and bits of dirt stuck to his tan skin. They didn’t find a small adult or a child without a parent. They found a young boy who was on his own in a world that definitely wasn’t made for him. Felix came back with a few wet paper towels, but Ryder knew the damage was done. They’d made things awful for a child.
Rhys wanted to die. He’d been able to handle it with Grumpy. Completely dumbfounded when he learned the human hadn’t just been finding the same doll a million times. Of course with both of them staring at him he’d started to lose his confidence. It didn’t help that he was almost positive Grumpy heard him mumble that in response to his offered name. Trying to speak was a mistake, he should just stay a dumb quiet animal so these monsters let him go.
He didn’t expect to be put down gently after Meticulous held him by his legs. A quick motion had him curled in a ball the second he was free of those fingers. Honestly, he thought that was going to be when he died. Whatever curiosity kept him safe so far would be gone now that he made a mess. No reason for humans to be any nicer than other borrowers.
“Hey,” Meticulous said. Rhys just tried to curl up smaller. Maybe he could disappear if he got small enough. “No one is going to hurt you.”
“As if I can trust humans,” he mumbled. Something cold touched him, making him jump. Grumpy’s face was close.
“So you can talk little guy,” he smirked. Rhys was even more mad at himself. He should know better by now. Talking to himself is what got him sent off on his own in the first place. He hugged his knees as tightly as he could. Desperately hoping the humans would think he died or something. A finger poked him, he tried not to move. “You need to clean the syrup off of yourself. Can you do that?”
Rhys refused to move. He felt one sigh and heard the other’s. Mumbled voices that he couldn’t make himself understand. Humans plotting was bad. He was expecting those huge fingers to lift him up and start wiping off the syrup stuff. Instead he was left alone. The humans moved other things, but not him. Slowly he chanced looking at them again. Grumpy had the clothes he made and turned away with them. Meticulous was holding a plate of something up high with his arm stretched over Rhys to do something.
Grumpy took a seat in front of one of the giant plates again. Meticulous set the one he held down in front of Rhys before sitting down himself. The two humans shared a look before nodding at each other. Rhys just hugged his knees tighter. A part of him thought if he didn’t act then they’d forget about him. Once he was forgotten about he could try to do something.
“You should eat the pancakes before they get too cold,” Meticulous said.
“He’s right. The syrup incident just joins our list. There’s also the butter event and the jelly fiasco,” Grumpy said.
“Jelly…?” Rhys mumbled. He didn’t know what jelly was. Grumpy got a smile on his face that actually made him look nice. Meticulous groaned which made him jump.
“My dear brother never tires of telling this story.” Rhys tilted his head, but Grumpy’s smile got bigger.
“He’s right I don’t. The kiddo here asked about it, no reason not to tell him.” Meticulous buried his head in his hands. “When Ryder here was a kid he wanted to make everyone breakfast. He was determined and succeeded in burnt toast. He slathered peanut butter on some pieces and decided he needed jelly to add to it.”
Rhys found himself nodding along. It wasn’t like Grumpy was a good story teller, but Meticulous reacting by hiding made him curious.
“Well the jar was stuck closed. Ryder wasn’t going to let that stop him, but his master plan was to hold it up above him to open it,” Grumpy mimed the action, holding an imaginary something above him and twisting his other hand a bit lower. “Our parents walked in just in time to try and stop him. He was pulled off the chair he stood on only to manage to open the jar as our dad held him close.”
Grumpy was laughing and Meticulous moaned. Rhys found himself grinning.
“The jar popped open and jelly spilled all over Ryder, our dad, the chair and the floor. Somehow it missed the burnt toast completely despite the splash all over.” Grumpy leaned closer holding up a finger with a big grin. Rhys actually leaned forward too. “The best part was back then every time he made a mistake it was some heroic deed. So he valiantly announced he’d defeated the monster trapped in the jelly.”
Grumpy started to laugh more and Meticulous hit his head on the table. Rhys wound up laughing too. It sounded funny even if he didn’t know what all the words were. Especially with Meticulous getting so upset. Grumpy kept a big grin on his face as Meticulous sat up straight again. They both were smiling still, it made him feel a lot safer.
With that safe feeling he decided to try the food they put near him. He reached out to one, it was almost as big as his head so he ripped a part off. Carefully he took a bite and his mind went blank. He couldn’t remember having warm food really ever, but it was more than that. He never had something that tasted like this. He started to eat quickly, completely ignoring the humans. He didn’t want them to take it away.
“Hey,” Meticulous whispered while tapping Rhys’s head. Rhys froze, looking up at the human. “Take it slow, if you eat that whole pile I can make more. Or you can take from one of our plates. Going too fast can get you sick.”
Rhys nodded and forced himself to go slower. He almost wondered if they’d let him take some home. If they let him go. Although getting let go still wouldn’t do much. He didn’t get to focus on his situation for long. The two humans started to talk again. Telling more stories that wound up with him laughing. He had no idea how long he sat between them listening, how long he felt like this was normal.
After a while he realized he couldn’t eat anymore of the food. He frowned at the pile that was still mostly his height. He didn’t want it to go to waste. The two humans ate everything they had. He felt almost out of place, but the casual way the two talked had him lose that thought. He liked how they acted. Every once in a while they’d say something directly at him, but neither made him answer.
“Well, it’s almost time I get back to work on my designs,” Grumpy said as he stretched.
“I do need to finish painting those figures,” Meticulous nodded. Rhys felt a little sad that this couldn’t keep going.
“What about you, kiddo?” He jumped when Grumpy spoke to him, but got excited too. He never got to talk about the things he was planning. “What are your plans for the day?”
“After I dropped the cold purple thing on the grumpy human I was gonna try and take some warmer fabric from him. Then I wanted to see if the meticulous one dropped one of those swords so I could take… it…” Rhys trailed off. He realized too late that he excitedly told both humans his plans to first play a trick on one and then take from the other. He stared up in fear, but both humans had a look that almost made him feel safe.
“Grumpy… I wouldn’t think I look grumpy. Although Ryder does fit meticulous.” Rhys shrank away from the humans staring at him. Slowly Meticulous started to shake. Rhys started to slide back, he only moved a little before the human burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry, but Felix, that is one of the nicer things someone has said when they see your neutral expression.” Rhys backed up more. He didn’t want to be near angry humans. Grumpy sighed.
“That is true…” Grumpy’s eyes locked on Rhys again. “So, what else were you planning today? I don’t think you’ll get one of the swords you wanted. All of the meticulous human’s statues are being sent out soon. They need those weapons. I’d be happy to get you some warmer fabric, even make the clothes once I’m done with my designs.”
“Felix, he'd be bored watching you work. Why don’t you come help me paint, little prankster?”
Two hands were set down in front of him. He backed away, the warmth from them terrifying. He started to feel safe, like he belonged. That was dangerous. All he found out was these humans wanted to keep him and he wouldn’t get to find a new home. He didn’t want to be a pet… He wanted to keep exploring and playing his tricks.
“Y-you’re keeping me?” he managed to ask. The humans shared wide eyed looks with each other. Both hands were pulled back. He didn’t know what was worse.
“No, we’re giving you a choice to spend the day with one of us,” Grumpy whispered.
“A-aren’t you mad?” A finger ruffled his hair and made him duck down to hug his knees.
“When I thought my brother, the adult, was playing tricks? Yes. A kid having fun, not so much.” Rhys stared at the humans with his own eyes wide. He pouted almost immediately after.
“I’m not a kid.” Meticulous leaned closer.
“How old are you?”
“Fourteen.” Meticulous gasped and leaned back, the hint of a smile on his face.
“Felix he’s right it’s worse he’s a teenager. Soon we’ll have to deal with loud music that the neighbors complain about.” Grumpy nodded as Meticulous spoke.
“It might even be rock music.”
“Oh no, little prankster, do you listen to rock music?” Rhys climbed up to his feet and shook his head. He didn’t understand what the humans were even talking about.
“I don’t know what rock music is…” Grumpy shot him a smile that made him start feeling safe again… It was tempting to use their names. They kept saying them. He already broke so many rules, would it be bad to break another?
“That’s a relief, maybe we can skip the punk phase.”
“What’s going on?” Rhys had to voice his confusion. He didn’t understand anything anymore. The humans weren’t grabbing him or punishing him. They were just… making jokes. He stomped his foot as he stared up at them. “Are you treating me like a joke? I’m a person!”
“No, we’re making you smile.” The meticulous human’s voice was soft and kind. Rhys jumped from the voice. The grumpy human just gave him a look.
“Of course you’re a person… I apologize for doubting that at first. It is hard to believe people so small exist.” The grumpy human looked away. He saw a bit of red on his cheeks. That meant the human was embarrassed.
“So… what are you gonna do with me?” If the humans were just going to keep trying to make him smile he had to ask. He couldn’t just look for an escape when the humans weren’t making it easy. Acting different from normal would only trap him. The two shared a look.
“Nothing.” Rhys fell to his knees. This was just a weird dream and he’d wake up cold in his poorly insulated home. The humans would be loud, he’d still drop the cold thing on Felix. He’d maybe try to steal some of the stuff Ryder made… and he’d keep calling them by name in his head like he just did.
“I can’t get home… I lost my hook when I fell out of the vent.” It felt like he opened a door he shouldn’t. That now the humans would know he was helpless and stop pretending.
“What do you need for it?” He stared up at the humans in shock…
“Y-you’ll just give it to me? No deals or-or threats? Just… just like that?” One of the massive hands came close, a finger ruffled his hair again.
“Just like that. What do you need for a hook?” It felt strange that the constantly grumpy looking Felix was the one who gently ruffled his hair. It didn’t feel real.
“...thread and a… a paperclip or safety pin.” Felix left without a word. Rhys just watched while Ryder folded his arms on the table and smiled. He looked at the silver eyed human with a bit of hope. “Can I… can I have pancakes with you again?”
“We can add chocolate chips next time.”
Rhys jumped to his feet with a smile. He never got to have chocolate before. He knew humans liked it a lot. Felix came back, setting a whole spool of thread down along with a bunch of paper clips and safety pins. Rhys grabbed one of each, quickly fashioning a hook similar to what he had. He looked up at the humans, both standing at their full height again. He should leave, humans were dangerous. They weren’t mad at him or yelling or upset he had been messing with them.
“...can I still stay with one of you today?” he asked. Rhys jumped when two hands were set in front of him again. He would run away later, for today he’d embrace this feeling of belonging.
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“Rhys!” Felix shouted. The borrower ducked under a table to avoid the angry human. It was probably not the best idea to mess with the sewing machine… again. Heavy steps came towards his hiding spot. He tried to run, but a hand caught him as soon as he shot out.
“Um… hi?” he smiled. Felix glared at him, but the hold stayed soft. These humans were nothing like they looked like. The human turned and walked back to his room, setting Rhys carefully down on the sewing machine where he’d left part of it dismantled.
“What did we talk about with the sewing machine?”
“Not to take it apart when you have deadlines nearby?”
“What did I tell you and Ryder two days ago?”
“You have a deadline to meet… I still don’t know what those are though!” Felix sighed, it blew his hair back. He fixed it to sit over his shoulder again, he liked how clean it was now.
“You know exactly what a deadline is. I've explained it to you six times already.”
“I’m a fourteen year old borrower with no education. You can’t expect much from me.”
“Ryder told you to say that, didn't he?”
“...no.” Rhys looked away as Felix sighed again. The human did it on purpose, blowing his hair out of place again. He liked keeping it on his shoulder and Felix took advantage of that. The golden eyes stared down at him unflinchingly. He let out his own sigh and stepped back a bit. “I… might not know how to fix it this time…”
Another sigh and he stiffened. Despite how nice the humans were he knew they’d get angry at some point. Felix would grab him and squeeze him, or Ryder would trap him in one of those cleaners for the statues he made. Felix’s hand came close, but all he got was a light shove from one of the fingers. He pushed back at it, stumbling when it pushed him harder.
“Stay here while I fix it so you don’t leave it taken apart again. Next time I’ll start locking it up when I have a deadline to meet,” Felix whispered.
Rhys climbed to his feet and sat off to the side. He watched the huge fingers fix all the things he took apart. It felt weird to see how deft Felix actually was. The whole thing only took a few minutes. He just sat silently as it happened. Once it was done Felix sat back and smiled at him. This still didn’t feel real.
“Let me know next time you can’t fix it, I usually can ok?” the human said. Rhys nodded. He expected to be ignored, but a hand was placed in front of him. “Did you want to stay in here while I worked or go back to what you were doing?”
“I’m allowed to stay?” he asked. He thought Felix would kick him out after that.
“It’ll be boring, Ryder’s probably going to watch a video or something while the minis print.” Rhys climbed on the hand with his eyes shining.
“Let’s go to Ryder!” The human holding him laughed, but did as he instructed.
The humans were dangerous and could hurt him. They could turn on him in an instant. The hand that was holding him carefully now could squeeze hard enough to break him. The one he was dumped on before Felix walked off could just drop him somewhere to forget about. Each time they held him promised those things wouldn’t happen. Soft, gentle holds that kept him close to their hearts. He really did find a place he belonged.
#awkwardanswers#da3dm#gt#giant/tiny#giant tiny#g/t#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community#gt found family#OC:Rhys#OC:Ryder#OC:Felix#i might have gone overboard#i got god squad on the mind again#ryder and felix need more love#they're getting it now lol
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What are the differences between Guardian Au and original au for Melody and Kyrie? How did they meet, their dynamic, and are the guardians supposed to fight against a bigger threat?
got this ask at the perfect time since i just finished the game i was playing tonight :D
I wrote out a thing then decide to go down the list and do major differences at the end.
So how did they meet:
Melody made a comment about Kyrie's eyes being blue when she was near him on a school campus one day (probably college). He heard her and asked if that was a good thing. Started horrible embarrassment for Melody and a lot of attempts from Kyrie to convince her to give him a chance. (lots of self doubt when it comes to people with Melody.)
Siren's song AU Has their first meeting as a story, but something to bring up with it is that Melody at that point was extremely isolated. Her voice had put her and her family in danger. She couldn't risk being seen by anyone because her creepy manager could possibly find her. It took a while for her to accept that she didn't put everyone she cared about in danger just be letting them close, but that fear puts a lot of strain on how she and Kyrie interact at first. (and after he grows considering the aftermath of when she was controlled by the stones.)
Their Dynamic:
Guardian AU has a pretty fluffy dynamic compared to most others. Both Melody and Kyrie have a history of being around guardians and are suuuper used to it.
Melody kind of has a blind faith in Kyrie. She genuinely doesn't believe he'd be capable of hurting her. The thing is hoping that faith never gets proved wrong.
Kyrie has the same kind of trust, but he usually shows that in the mer au too. He trusts her because she trusts him. He just sees a lot less focus on her own safety he never noticed when they were the same size. It was easy to see her as brave and confident when he wasn't aware how small she looked to any and every guardian.
Their relationship is more open too. Easier for them to admit their struggles most of the time. I'd say guardian AU has a much healthier relationship the mer AU
Mer AU has a much more struggle heavy dynamic. Breaking through a lot of pain and issues each has faced. A lot of mutual healing for traumas they faced.
Kyrie has the biggest complex about his size in mer au. A lot more obvious hate in this one for him and his size. Melody slowly shows him that isn't true.
Melody is convinced she's bad luck. That it's her fault Caprice had to stop doing sports, that if she'd listened she wouldn't be isolated how she is. Even blames herself for Kyrie and what he'll be later. Kyrie does a lot to teach her that she isn't and that she's allowed to be happy with the people around her.
Their happy moments show a lot of the trust they build together. Kind of glimpses to what the guardian au relationship already has.
Guardian AU Why guardians exist?
I have had a document in the works for a lore drop like mafia au and I'm stuck on the dumbest part of it (spoilers it's the name for smallest guardian class. something, titan, colossus. I'll figure it out eventually though ideas are welcome. Genuinely considering giant rn lol)
Anyway, yes they exist to defend against bigger threats. Evolutionary protection for humans on a planet that had threats. Basically humans are small, but the planet isn't. There's environments that match each public class of guardians. Originally guardians would be pure defense against predators, which is the origin of the name lol. Then when there was enough they would go get necessities from the larger environments. Evolutionary need has kept the guardians popping up, but it's still kind of just a common ancestor trait so the government haven't found a way to tell if someone will be one. Just locked it to a general age range it can happen.
Kyrie is literally just in an extremely populated city where guardians do pop up frequently. The goal being to stop any from causing trouble while growing or if the 'wrong' person grows. Especially with the changes to memory that could encourage some people to see the average human as something lesser. Generally the days of pure protection have passed, but that still holds the main focus of most of their jobs.
Now the differences in the relationships for siren's song and guardian au melody and kyrie:
Biggest is Melody's blind faith. She doesn't have that in the siren's song universe, but she could after enough time which might be relevant to something I'm working on
Kyrie's comfort in his relationship with Melody is a difference too. He's a lot more confident as Melody's partner in siren's song since he has that promise of 'destined' backing him. There's no one better for her, but guardian au has a lot more insecurities about staying once he grew. Especially since most of the time relationships between a guardian and the average human only works when the guardian can take the medicine without pain.
Time of their relationships is different too. Melody and Kyrie for guardian au had already been to a point of living together before she went away for work. Basically the size difference was viewed as an added roadbump to an established relationship rather than a uphill battle to starting one.
Melody and Kyrie are different in the two universes too.
Guardian!Melody is a lot more well adjusted. She has her traumas and struggles, but not to such an extreme. This Melody has friends and people to rely on outside her brother and Kyrie. People who support her and her choices that lets her feel confident enough to have the blind faith in Kyrie.
Siren'sSong!Melody is extremely isolated. She has online friends, but keeps them at arms length. A strict distance is kept so they don't know enough to find her past. She could open up, but she doesn't know how. By the time she does, most of her life focuses on merfolk and she can't tell humans.
Guardian!Kyrie had a much more normal life too. He wasn't abandoned or treated badly, his parents were pretty decent. Until he became a guardian, but that's another story. For the most part he's formed his own push to isolate himself out of fear of people seeing him as a monster. That's something he'll work on now that Melody is with him again. He can be talked out of spirals about his own actions and what he might have done by accident or on purpose.
Siren'sSong!Kyrie is terrified of hurting anyone. Even by accident. He'd run and never return if he thought he hurt Melody. It's harder to convince him that he's worthy of the trust others have for him. In a way he's much more cowardly than the other versions of him. It's all because he's been told so much how he's a danger. He's fiercer at the same time. Much more willing to be the monster than his guardian au counterpart.
Mostly the difference is just in them and their comfort with each other. I def rambled again lol. But it's a lot of just established relationship and relatively healthy lives versus new relationship and heaps of trauma. I think I covered all I could, but if there's anything you wanted to know I missed just send another ask <3
#awkwardanswers#oc lore#oc: melody#oc: kyrie#long post#lore dump#lots of stuff on these two#def helps i currently have one piece prepped to post and another wip about them right now#in said aus too lol#ty for the ask as always <3 <3 <3 <3
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Out of all of your bigs, who had the hardest time adjusting to interacting/living with tinies?
ok so I saw this, thought about it. Then got distracted and finally can sit down to answer again
So I think it depends on the setting they're in, but focusing on a world where they're "normal/giant" and find out "tinies/humans" exist:
so Vitus when he's just suddenly around smalls. Like he's usually good when he knows about tinies, but suddenly thrown in he'd be a mess. Heavy steps, too loud, lots of stern gazes that are more him thinking and accidentally scaring smalls.
Ash can have a rough time too. They'd be waaaaay too careful. Constantly hesitating and probably annoying the tinies who trust them. Some would certainly love how Ash is.
Felix for sure. He's not a super open person and it's kind of shown with the ice cube short. He's more likely to kind of disconnect at first. Like he'd be more likely to sort of ignore them when there's no immediate connection for him. A random tiny would have a Felix that only really starts to show he cares when they've lost it around him.
Ryder would need a lot of adjusting. He's loud and a bit dramatic. Would get excited to learn about them. He'd also do a lot that he doesn't realize is terrifying for someone so small. When he learns he'd be one of the best giants/bigs to be around.
Mira's not a great giant at first. She's incredibly curious about things and would wind up either observing to figure out how human they really are or just straight up trap them. Once she realizes they're basically human would let them go, but her habits would lead to a lot of unintentional fear for the smalls
Corus has the issue of his anger. When he's gotten better control of it he's pretty good at adjusting to smalls.
Sola and Luna have the whole being kids thing going so almost always rough for tinies to get used to them. Luna is a lot better and kind of gets Sola controlled since she's excitable and impulsive.
Kyrie in a case where he's comfortable in his own skin can be bad at first. He'd be intimidating since he's taller than is pretty average for folks when I write him. He'd have heavy steps, loud voice, and his own curiosity would get the best of him. He'd be quick to annoy smalls partly cause he'd be overprotective. Easily the kind of big who will try to do everything for the small until there's some argument about it. I should probably write something with this can't really use the dreaming soul mates thing since he has a solid understanding. hmm maybe it would make him worse though. He wasn't perfect at the end of that story
#awkwardanswers#oc info#oc:vitus#oc: mira#oc: sola#oc: luna#oc: corus#oc: ryder#oc: felix#oc: ash#oc: kyrie
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First Time Indoors
ok @da3dm here's that first prompt/request you sent in. It got long so I wanted to do it's own post gonna link this in the ask too <3
Alessia lives on her own in the woods, but resources are getting scarce. She decides to head towards a human home, but a storm rolls in giving her some bad luck
tw: death, fear of death, sickness, trapped, uhh i gave alessia a sad backstory
First Time Indoors
Alessia had started to struggle finding good food near her home. Despite her own annoyance at it, she had to travel farther away. Closer to humans. She spent the last few weeks gathering everything she’d need for a trip across most of the forest. Packing the little bits of food she had, mostly edible herbs and plants. It helped that a human had started passing through lately. They mentioned something about a drought or a dry spell. She didn’t entirely understand, but it meant there was no rain. No rain meant everything lined up perfectly for her to travel to the closest human house.
She lifted her bag over her shoulder and started her trip. The human scared off a lot of the more dangerous animals. They had heavy steps that made them nervous to stay nearby the usual path. She could leisurely walk along the forest floor, just taking in the bright sun above her. No human would notice her with the cloak she had on. It blended well with the grass and tree roots.
Her walk was taking more of the day than she expected. The sun was high in the sky before a human home was in view. It started to feel like a waste, she only packed enough food for one day. Tremors on the ground had her diving into nearby roots. She tried to peek out of her hiding place as the tremors came closer. She recognized the rhythm, a human was walking nearby.
The tremors started to grow too severe for her to keep her balance. She had to steady herself against the root. A human man came closer, bringing the tremors with him. She ducked down hoping those green eyes didn’t see her. She had seen this human sometimes, she didn’t like him. He was too observant. Noticing her moving when others ignored her. She’d felt those intense eyes on her too often.
Once the man was finally past her she made a run for it. She couldn’t abandon her goal to at least reach the human house today. That goal didn’t involve that white haired human either. She ran steadily from tree to tree. A bad feeling started to rest itself in her chest. The amount of time passing didn’t match how dark the world was getting.
The tremors of the human man started to approach again. She spared a look up towards the sky, expecting to find his eyes locked on her. The world felt like it stopped when she found dark clouds hovering overhead. The tremors grew stronger, but she didn’t care.
There was a storm, a bad storm, on its way. There was no way she’d get back home in time. There was no shelter nearby that could save her if the water caused a flood. The human’s tremoring steps grew closer and faster. She didn’t have a choice. She started to run along the path she knew the human would take.
The tremors were becoming mini earthquakes. She’d been in a real one once, it was just as bad as human steps. Maybe worse. Alessia pushed the thought away as the boom of a step landed behind her. She took deep breaths waiting for the gigantic foot to take the next step and land next to her. As soon as it did she turned towards it. She put all her strength into her legs. She had to make it before the human took another step.
The foot was starting to lift while she was too far. Alessia begged for her legs to move faster. Just before the lace of the shoe was out of reach she jumped. Her heart was racing. She barely managed to grab the plastic at the end of the string. She tried to dig her hands into it, but the plastic was too hard. She bit her tongue to hold in her scream as the human completed his step.
Alessia nearly fell as the foot hit the ground. Her body slammed against the side of the shoe, knocking the wind out of her. She started to lose her grip, but the grumble above her followed by the heavy droplets of rain spurred her on. She put all the strength she could into her arms and heaved herself up. She dug her fingers into the strange fabric of the string on the shoe. It filled her with relief she never could have expected.
She didn’t let herself relax. She kept climbing until she managed to wrap the loose part of the lace back into the tight parts pressed against the human’s foot. She managed to settle herself just in time. The human’s steps grew faster. If she hadn’t tied herself down she would be thrown hard enough she probably wouldn’t survive. She had to stay focused, just worry about getting out of the rain.
The steps kept moving consistently. She had to fix how she tied herself a few times, but it didn’t take long for the human house she’d seen in the distance to tower over her. The human slowed as he started up a few platforms to a gigantic door. He paused which gave her the time she needed to free herself. She slid off the foot and backed up to hide behind him. She had to hope the human didn’t look around. The idea of his hands wrapping around her made her shiver.
“There wasn’t supposed to be rain for a few more days,” the human grumbled. Alessia stared up at him as he kept digging in his pockets for something. She wanted the door to open so she could find a place to hide. He pulled something out of his pocket and pressed it into the door. “Finally.”
As soon as the door twitched she ran ahead. She looked up, making sure the human hadn’t started watching for her. His eyes were locked forward. The door opened enough she could squeeze through, and she took the chance. She ran along the edge of the room until she was under something. She would wait until he moved further into the house then find a place to set up for now.
The human stomped inside knocking her off her feet. She curled up in the shadow desperate for the human not to search for her. There was a chance he’d noticed her and she’d be found. Another tremor inducing impact made her look towards the human. It was him sitting on the ground she felt this time. She swore the human would hear her beating heart as he played with the strings on his feet.
She watched him pull one shoe off, tossing it towards the door. The other he spent longer on. He brought his other hand to fiddle with the string too. She heard him make an annoyed noise before leaning back. He forced the shoe off his foot leaving the strings tied. It joined the match next to the closed door.
The human grumbled, Alessia only made out something about a knot. He groaned as he climbed to his feet again. He walked off into the house leaving her alone. She curled up into a ball as she realized she was trapped in a human house. Logically her focus should be securing necessities. Proper shelter, food, water, warmth. She hadn’t realized before just how much rain had hit her. The adrenaline rush she gained from her desperate survival attempt was gone. Her body felt heavy, the lack of real food hit her too. She was too tired to move, a bit of sleep would be fine for now.
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Alessia woke up a much longer time later than she wanted. She was shivering and couldn’t think clearly. It only took a few minutes for tremors to reach her and remind her where she was. A human’s house with the human she’d seen a few times. The one who was taller than the ones she saw in the warmest weather and always came close to finding her. The tremors passed by, never getting as close as when she’d reached the home. She had to do something to get home.
Slowly, Alessia pushed herself to her feet. Her head was pounding and her stomach empty. She pulled her pack off her back and set it in front of her. The climbing gear was fine, but the food ruined. All of it soaked and turned to mush. It was the issue she’d been having with the dried plants. They just didn’t survive most types of weather. With a heavy sigh she decided to abandon her pack, it would only slow her down with the heavy mush. Making a new one wouldn’t be too hard once she got home.
It took more time than she was used to, but she managed to wrap her climbing line around her waist. Her hands were shaking no matter how slow she went. It was just fear. She had to get out of the human house and get home. Once home she’d eat and get some water, then she’d be back to normal. This whole trip would become another bad memory. She took a few steadying breaths before finally taking the chance to explore.
There were plenty of places to hide as she walked along. Tremors of footsteps reached her now and then, but she didn’t see any humans. Something smelled amazing, she let that direct where she went. She was starting to stray from the edges of the walls to find the good smell. The human’s voice was a low and almost soothing sound as she moved. She was starting to understand why some of her kind enjoyed living around these giant beings.
The tremors grew stronger and knocked her out of her daze. The human was walking around a brightly lit room. The good smell came from something in there. The human took steps near her, she couldn’t hold herself steady this time. He wasn’t paying any attention to her and that was all she needed. She ran underneath the closest object, pushing away the thoughts of how his ignorance could kill her. This room had food and she would get something to eat then find her way home. Assuming the storm was done, she hadn’t heard any rain since she woke up.
The human walked away. Alessia kept watching him move around. Something about his movements felt different from other humans. Usually they were always careless, just stomping around blindly. This one almost seemed soft. He stopped in front of a high human thing that reached his waist and moved some fabric that hung on the wall there. She gasped when she saw a blue sky appear.
The human moved something and she could smell the air from outside. She stumbled toward it, with a sky like that she could get home. The human turned away from the opening. Alessia knew she should wait, but there was no guarantee the human would leave her opening available long. She waited a few seconds for the human to turn again. Luck was taking her side as he focused on some big metallic thing.
Alessia ran forward, panting a bit as she reached an out of sight edge. She didn’t run out of stamina that quickly usually. She forced the thought away, that was something for later. For when she was safe. She pulled her climbing hook free. It took her a few attempts to start spinning it properly, the thing felt heavier than normal. She missed her first attempt to catch it on the high surface above her, and her second… and her third. If the fourth didn’t land she would have to find another way up. Thankfully it did, she tugged the string with all her strength, relieved it was caught.
Before climbing she looked at the human. She didn’t see his face, but his posture was tense. It made her shiver, that wasn’t something she wanted to understand. She started her climb up towards her exit. It was slow going, her hands still shook a bit as she moved. Her body felt heavy too. It took everything in her to even reach the top. She had to catch her breath once she was there.
Dread started to worm its way into Alessia’s heart. She’d slept until the next day at least. Her hands were shaking and she struggled to do things. Sick… She was sick. She thought she just needed some water and food, but this was worse. She had no one to help her anymore. She had to at least make it home, she wouldn’t be able to do anything to increase her chances of survival in a human home.
Her mind cleared a bit with her realization. She didn’t bother curling up the string from her hook, dragging it behind her as she moved. Her best hope was to move before the human found a reason to. From the side of some weird metal thing filled with water she could reach her exit. Fear and dread gave her the energy she was lacking to spin the climbing hook in her hand before throwing it up to the exit. It caught on the edge on her first try. One tug was all it took before she started climbing.
“Salt!” the human exclaimed.
Alessia tried to climb as fast as she could. The burst of energy was already fading. It didn’t matter that the human might not look at her, he could find her. She made it to the top almost unable to stay standing. She turned back to face the human, hoping to see him still not looking her way.
Instead she met those intense eyes locked onto her form. The human’s face looked stern as they stared at each other. She took a few steps back, but the human didn’t seem to like that. He started to approach her, but she wasn’t getting grabbed now. Not when she was so close. Alessia stumbled back, her foot meeting open air. The hook was still secured, her string was more than long enough to get her down from a height like this. She took a step further back and let herself fall from the window.
“Wait!” the human roared.
Her ears were ringing from the sound. Humans were bad, she’d seen what they could do. She wasn’t about to wait for one like this. Not one who had a glare that burned her every time it rested on her near her home. She grabbed her rope to slow her descent, except the fear didn’t give her strength this time. She couldn’t slow herself well enough, landing hard on something much higher than the ground. It wasn’t hard enough to break anything, she’d be able to move soon.
At least she thought she would, but her whole body was in pain. Her vision was swimming and the sky started to look dark. It might have been the wrong time to run, she always forgot that the worst storms had a calm during them. Her parents had always tried to drill that into her mind. The darkness was coating the sky, she’d drown now or get too sick to make it home.
Heavy steps somehow reached her from where she was. It wasn’t the ground, but it probably wasn’t insulated like the tree or that opening in the house. She felt tears sliding down her face as the tremors grew worse. The darkness around her grew deeper when the human’s shadow cast over her. Even like this she could make out his glare and stern face. He was going to kill her for intruding. She should have just risked the flood and stayed where she was in the forest. It was better than a human crushing her.
A scream worked its way from her throat when hands came near her. In her imagination they paused, as if she could make a human stop. They eventually surrounded her, all the fingers were taller than her. She tried to say something, old threats her parents said could work. All that came out was a whimper.
The fingers were gentle as they lifted her from whatever she landed on. It made her cry more as she thought about how much pain these digits would cause later. The human’s voice rumbled around her in a soothing way again. She wasn’t hearing wrong earlier, he wasn’t saying words just making a noise. It was nice… which made this worse. She couldn’t even get her body to curl up.
She made a noise of fear as a raindrop landed near her. The human’s gaze stayed fierce as he covered her with his other hand. She was trapped in darkness and forced to listen to the human’s voice as he moved. It was terrifying to be carried like this, the last thing she ever wanted. Humans carrying people off is how she wound up alone. Now she’d face the same fate.
“We’ll get you taken care of, little one,” the human mumbled. She tried to scoff. She’d be taken care of, just like her parents always told her. She hoped she got lucky and this one would kill her, she didn’t want to see the fates her parents refused to talk about. Her body decided to give in at that moment. Warmth surrounding her along with the comforting rumble. She closed her eyes with a faint wish for it to be the last time.
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The next time Alessia woke up she was warm. Warmer than she’d ever been before. The only time she’d come close to being this warm was in the summer when her parents were around. Her body was still heavy and in pain, but she kind of liked this. It had to be a dream after the human killed her. The thing she was on was too soft for a human to give her.
“So I should dilute it in water?” the human’s voice echoed above her. “It’s a small bird, I’m positive it’s too warm. All right, thanks. I’ll let you know once I put it back outside. It just fell onto the compost bin.”
Alessia chanced opening her eyes. The human was hovering over her. That glare she didn’t want to see was focused on something near her. He had one hand holding a strange box to his head, the other hovered over a giant cup. She watched a drop of some weird colored liquid fall from something he held into the cup.
The human sighed pulling her attention back to his face. He looked angry. The clack of him putting the thing with a strange liquid down made her jump. He picked up a spoon and dipped it in the giant glass stirring the water inside. She didn’t want to know what he was planning with that. The strange box he’d had next to his face hit the table next to her making her squeak.
“Oh,” the human whispered. He leaned closer, his breath washed over her. It smelled like some of the herbs she collected sometimes. She wanted to run from his gaze, it was too intense. “I’m glad you’re awake. I need you to drink some of this water, ok? It should help you feel better.”
She pressed herself deeper into the soft thing. She didn’t trust the liquid. The human pulled the spoon out, getting just a little water on it. He held it out to her, she could smell something strange about it. She didn’t like the smell. Alessia scrunched her face up and tried to pull herself away from it. His other hand surrounded her, keeping her still.
“I promise once you’ve had this I’ll give you something that tastes a lot better, we need to take care of your fever,” he said. She wanted to hide from him. That gaze was too observant just like when he sat near her home. “Please…”
The spoon wasn’t leaving her vision. The fingers behind her kept her trapped. She accepted her fate and climbed to a sitting position. Once she was up mostly straight she leaned forward and sipped some of the strange mixture. She didn’t like that it looked like water, plus the taste was horrible. She coughed as it made its way down her throat. The deep chuckle from the human didn’t help her feel better.
“I hate the taste too, I’ll be right back,” he said.
She grimaced there wasn’t much of an option for her. She didn’t have her gear to climb, even if the human realized that’s what it was he wouldn’t give it to her. This was probably some weird poison that would give him a fun show of her death. At least that was better than having to be awake while he crushed her. Titanic steps rocked the surface she was on as the human returned to her.
He sat down in front of her again. The impact made her heart pound. He set a heavy dish down on the surface she was on. Her mind went blank, protecting her from any thoughts about what he could be planning. He had a new spoon, the one he made her drink from before was resting in the cup. He dipped the new one in the dish he brought. He pulled the spoon out, in seconds it hovered in front of her again.
The good smell from earlier wafted from the red liquid. She wanted to refuse it, but her empty stomach decided to remind her that she needed food. Accepting that the human would toy with her no matter what she leaned forward. At first she just tried to sip some of it, but the taste on her tongue was amazing. She couldn’t remember ever eating something that tasted this good.
“Slow down,” the human chuckled. Her cheeks reddened, but she listened to the deep voice. “I guess I was wrong about it needing salt after all.”
Alessia stopped then. She didn’t know what salt was, but she hated it. She was captured because he wanted it. She stared up at him, his face looked sort of soft for once. It became stern when he noticed she’d stopped eating. He pulled the spoon away, leaving it in the massive dish beside her.
The human sat back, it was the first time she realized he had been hunched over her. She looked around, they weren’t in the bright room anymore. There were openings like the one she’d tried to escape from. This time there was no smell of the outside, something kept her trapped despite seeing the sky clearly. It didn’t matter with the heavy rain blasting against the invisible barriers.
“Alright, I guess you should get some more sleep,” he said. The human stretched and stood up to walk off. She knew she was trapped, even if her body would listen there was nothing she could do to escape. “I’m Vitus, just let me know if you need anything.”
Alessia watched him walk around. He went all over the room, grabbing things as he moved. Each one was so much bigger than her. It felt like he was making a point to show how little freedom she’d have. Another squeak escaped her when he sat down again. His face darkened, but she decided to hide. She didn’t want to see what that dark look would turn into. She quickly buried herself in the warm soft surface. She heard another sigh from where he’d settled.
She wanted to stay awake and learn what he was planning. Once she knew she could start figuring out her escape. Although a part of her liked the warmth. The strange food was good too. Her eyes started to get heavy, fighting it wasn’t working. Her thoughts centered on the human poisoning her. She could actually never wake up again. Tears slipped out as her mind drifted to sleep, she didn’t want to die without knowing it.
“Wake up, little one,” the deep voice rumbled. She groaned, but something prodded her. She tried to slap it away, but her body was too heavy. She just wanted to sleep. “You need to drink some water, then you can go back to sleep.”
Alessia just made a few noises. It was hard to move her mouth. Light flooded her vision. She groaned as she blinked away the blindness it caused. The human’s face was above her. No matter how much she wanted it to be a dream this was real. The human actually looked relieved when she met his eyes. His hand came near her again, she was more alert and flinched from the approach. Another sigh blew past her.
“Am I really that scary?” he muttered.
She didn’t bother trying to answer, just looked away from him. He brought a spoon with water in it near her. He still kept his hand close, but didn’t try to grab her. As much as she wanted to be difficult, her throat had started to hurt. She pushed herself up enough to manage to scoop some water into her hand. She took a careful taste, relieved when it tasted almost like the water she knew.
“There’s no medicine this time, just plain water,” he whispered. She glared at him, but the quick movement made her head spin. She decided to focus on the water instead. It was colder than she was used to, but it felt good. “Can you talk?”
She choked on the water. A finger rubbed against her back, but she jolted forward. It made her feel nauseous. She didn’t want to get into this. She didn’t answer, the finger came a bit closer. Alessia couldn’t remember what she’d been told. If it was better to hide that she could talk or if she should try and reason with the cruel giants.
Another heavy sigh. He brought his face close to her. He tilted it as he tried to get a better look at her. His eyes were still too intense. The look drove her insane. Her body was heavy, but she managed to push herself back. It didn’t make much of a difference when he was this big. He sat back with a groan, stretching his back out. It made all of this feel worse.
“You look human,” he mumbled. “At the very least you probably need something better to wear. I could call Felix…”
“N-No!” she shouted. The second the word escaped she regretted it. The human’s eyes were wide as he looked over her. New tears fell, she should have just let him show her off. It would be better than seeing what he had planned after learning she could talk. His stern face almost looked soft.
“I won’t call anyone if you don’t want me to. No one else is going to show up here either, you’re safe.” She didn’t believe the words. Humans lied. Humans that looked nice were cruel, ones that looked cruel could only be worse. “Could you tell me your name? Maybe how you’re feeling? Did anything break when you fell?”
One word was all he got. She wasn’t going to use his name and he would rename her anyway. If he kept her. Her mind shouted the words at her. He said something about releasing the bird he found, maybe she was the bird. The human let out another deep sigh that washed over her. He sat up straight and leaned back while staring at the roof.
“The rain is supposed to last for a few days,” he said. She grimaced. “You felt pretty warm when I picked you up this morning. It’s probably best if you at least rest until it’s over.”
Alessia grabbed at the fabric around her. It was still warm, she couldn’t understand how it stayed so warm. She tried to push herself out of it. The human’s hands surrounded her in an instant. She froze, waiting for those fingers to close in around her. They didn’t, she was left with enough space to climb out, but she didn’t try, not after he reacted so quickly. He hadn’t even been looking at her.
“Don’t push yourself,” he whispered. She slowly looked up at the human. He had that same stern look. The intensity of his stare seemed to grow. Alessia gave up, falling down as she let her arms give out. Those massive fingers caught her, guiding her to the softer surface rather than letting her fall. She glared up at the green eyes. She hoped her own intensity matched his.
There were a few minutes of her just glaring at the human. She kept it up even when he pulled his fingers away. His own gaze somehow grew more intense. Alessia kept trying to think of ways to get away. This human was too observant, he was going to notice too much. Her body still felt heavy and the aches had only dwindled. Even if she ran, the storm was raging against those invisible barriers. She closed her eyes, curling up on her side as she finally accepted her fate. She was trapped until the sky cleared, she just had to survive until then.
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The next couple of days were a blur for Alessia. She tried to sleep instead of risking the human trying to interact with her. It didn’t do much to stop him. He’d wake her up to give her normal water and that water with a sickening smell that made her cough. He gave her the red liquid food a few more times too. She hated relying on him. If he forgot or got bored she’d starve.
Of course it didn’t seem like the human would forget about her. He sat next to where he placed her constantly. He’d ask her questions all the time. How old she was, if she wanted his help to get home, how she felt, if the food tasted good. Endless questions. She knew once she spoke he’d just try to get information on other borrowers. She knew that she wouldn’t take that risk.
It wasn’t always questions from him though. Sometimes he made that same noise she’d heard when she tried to escape. It annoyed her how soothing it was. Other times he just said a bunch of words as he held one of those paper binded things. She never did learn the word for that. There were a lot of things she didn’t know the name of. It made his talking worse, she couldn’t follow a lot of what he said.
It seemed like weeks before she woke up with her body feeling normal. Better than normal actually. The aches were gone and she had more energy than she could remember ever having. She looked around for the human, almost screaming at his sleeping face nearby. It felt strange, the stern look was gone. He looked kind while he slept. Alessia shook off her curiosity, she had to run.
She followed the human’s shoulder to find his arm wrapped around the area she was in. His body kept her trapped on the surface, the only escape would include climbing over him. Accepting the situation with a heavy heart, she decided to wander the large space he left her. There had to be something to help her get out, at least to get water on her own. Her stomach grumbled reminding her the human hadn’t fed her in a while.
Looking for distractions she approached the arm blocking her in. She’d never been this close to a human, his arm was so much taller than her. She followed it like she would a trail of water, almost tripping over two things he’d left out. Water in one, food in the other. Her empty stomach and parched throat begged her to take from them. She wasn’t risking that. The human could have put something in it to punish her for walking around.
Forcing her eyes away from the dishes she looked at the human face. As long as she’s been alone she’s been strong and confident. She could keep that going when being near the massive head of a human. Moving her legs stiffly Alessia marched forward, stopping near enough she could touch his skin. At this distance she saw the bits of hair on his face. She looked around and saw something she didn’t expect. Her hook.
Carefully Alessia approached it. He wasn’t hiding it from her, it was out in the open. After each step she looked back at the sleeping face expecting that glare to meet her. That he’d see her going for the only thing she could use to escape. The only object she had brought on her trip that could be used for defense. She swallowed her anxiety as she took the last few steps to stand before it.
Reaching out with a shaky hand she pulled her hook close. She flipped it to grab the string that should be attached. Her mind froze when she met something thinner. It wasn’t the string she’d made with her parents. It was something else, something she’d never seen before. She needed that string, it was all she had of their time together.
Turning to face the human she tried to think of how to demand it. Her mind wasn’t cooperating. She just had the last time she saw her parents playing on repeat. After all these years she never cried, never let herself fall apart. Now she was here, trapped, and the only thing left from them was gone. Tears slipped out followed by a loud and painful wail.
Alessia fell to her knees as she wailed. Everything was over, it didn’t matter how strong she could be anymore. The pain of her mistakes, her loneliness, and the truth of her future coalesced. She wouldn’t ever get home, she wouldn’t have anything to remind her of her parents. She wouldn’t climb the trees at night, holding the string they wove to her chest as she watched the stars. She wouldn’t watch humans, keeping an eye out for the one who left her behind that day. She’d be trapped.
The human sucked in a sharp breath. A part of her knew she should be afraid, she should run. Her overabundant pain kept her still. The intense gaze locked onto her, but she didn’t care. Large, warm fingers wrapped around her. The grip would grow harsh to silence her. The pain didn’t come, instead she was lifted from the table. The hold on her shifted just a bit before she was pressed against a broad chest. The thumping beneath her made everything worse.
One of those daunting fingers pressed against her back. A slow rhythmic movement was started. She hated it, but desperately needed it at the same time. The human didn’t make a noise as she continued her painful wails. It finally simmered to sobs as she felt the bits of anger bleed back in. Anger at humans fueled her for so long, she needed it now more than ever.
“I hate you!” she shouted. With all her strength Alessia pummeled the firm chest in front of her. The human hummed, the only noise from him since he’d woken up.
“That’s fine, I’d probably hate me if I were you,” he whispered. That only made her angrier. Empathy to trick her wouldn’t work. Humans would never understand. She squeezed her eyes shut. The image of fear on the faces of her parents when the human back then had first seen them. When they stared back at her as hands closed around them.
“You’re a monster!” The pleas to be let go. The heavy steps as they were carried away. The tears she shed, knowing that the human had found them because they saw her. Knowing her curiosity about humans did that. Knowing her parents were captured because they protected her.
“I suppose I am.” The calm way he spoke only made it worse. She heard the screams when that human silenced her parents. Never knowing if they survived that motion, if they made it where that human was taking them. Her attempts to attack the broad chest started to slow. Her tears came faster.
“Give it back!” Her voice cracked. The pride when they finished weaving the string. The smiles as she used it to climb up to where she’d usually watched humans. Sliding down when large eyes met her own. Her mother covering her with the cloak she always wore. “Give it back… It’s all I have.”
Her arms fell to her sides. She almost missed how her hands brushed the cloak. He didn’t take that. She put all the energy she could into glaring at the human above her, but he was staring at her. Brows furrowed even with the finger still gently rubbing her back. The face softened and the finger pulled away. He pressed her firmly into his chest, it was almost nice. It almost made her feel safe.
The moment of safety died as her stomach dropped. The human was moving, she could hear the fabric shifting. Each small motion felt like too much. She gripped the cloth. The human made a soft groan that rumbled through her. She didn’t know what he was doing. Hopefully he was throwing her away, then she could go home.
The first steps he took shot through her. It made her shout. The palm pressed against her a bit more firmly, the steps after were softer. She could hear him moving things. She wanted to yell at him to just let her go, but it didn’t matter. No one was waiting for her. No one would miss her.
The steps happened again, her stomach dropped when his height shifted. At least she thought that’s what happened. The fingers wormed between her and the broad chest, pulling her away from the cloth she’d held tightly. She wasn’t kept in the air long, set back on the table she’d been on for days. She stumbled to her feet trying to glare at the human.
“It had been cut when you jumped out the window,” he whispered. She couldn’t help mouthing the word, she had never heard it before. “I took it off you and that hook so I could set it out to dry.”
She stared with wide eyes when he brought his hand close. Hanging from his fingers, almost how she remembered it, was the string. The rope she wove with her parents. He didn’t make her walk towards it, bring it to rest right in front of her. She grabbed it and held it close, relieved that all she had left was still there. She didn’t lose her last link.
“I tried to fix it, there’s some sharp edges on the windowsill that cut the string when you were falling,” he said. She didn’t particularly love how much sense that made. She’d been unable to slow her descent back then. Even weak from fear it shouldn’t have been that bad. The human’s laugh rumbled around her. “I don’t think I did a good job, my fingers were too big.”
Alessia slid her hands over the woven string. She found where it had torn, the messy fix the human did. It shocked her how well done it was. She stared up at him, seeing him for what felt like the first time. He had a soft look in his eyes as he watched her. Knowing what she knew, the face wasn’t one she could trust. She almost wanted to.
“Why…” she said. The deep breath he took was enough to pull her forward. His massive fingers caught her before she fell to her knees.
“I didn’t want the threa-” he started.
“Why haven’t you killed me?” It shocked her that she could even cut him off. He stared at her, she tried to keep standing strong as his brows furrowed.
“Why would I?” Somehow that comment only made her angry. She hugged the woven string tighter and stomped her foot.
“That’s what humans do! You take us and control us until you kill us! We’re lucky if you keep us alive for a little while! Use those giant hands to crush me already! Just kill me like that human did my parents!”
Tears rolled down her face as she said it. All this time she kept thinking that they might have survived. That awful crunch when their screams stopped. Watching them fall from the human’s hands as she followed. Seeing empty eyes once the humans were gone. She could pretend until now, until she had to face a human on her own. A human who wasn’t killing her.
His hand surrounded her and a sick hope popped into her chest. She didn’t want to die, but maybe he’d pity her. Not leave her alone. The fingers curled in surrounding her. She closed her eyes, trying to accept the outcome. Except the fingers weren’t hurting. There was a gentle squeeze, but the pressure was just kind. None of what she expected.
“That’s awful, it never should have happened. No one should do that to-” he tried.
“To something useful right?!” she shouted. The fingers squeezed her again. She sucked in a breath, but pain still didn’t consume her.
“No one should do that to another person.”
“I’m not a human.” The human loosened his grip. She should have let him think he tricked her. “You can’t trick me.”
His hand was pulled mostly away from her. Alessia tried not to scream when the massive face loomed closer. The intensity of his eyes made her want to run. His hand came close and tapped her head lightly. The looming figure was gone quickly. She stared up at the man who looked deep in thought. He let out a hum that made her shudder.
“You do look a bit more avian than we do,” he said. She whispered the word to herself, this one she had no idea what it could even mean. The window thing was the exit, but this one… “Your hair feels strange too.”
Alessia forced herself to stand straight. She would deal with what the human did. If she dies she wouldn’t die begging. She would be silent. He wouldn’t get to have fun with her.
“Well… I can’t see a thing that makes you not a person.”
“W-what?” she breathed. The human smiled at her. “I-I’m not a human! I’m…”
“A person doesn’t have to be human.” He leaned closer again. “Are you all on your own?”
“...yes.” She knew telling a human there was no one else would make it worse. Her parents answered yes too. The fingers surrounded her again. She held her breath, but for the first time she didn’t expect pain. The kindness she felt in the soft squeeze didn’t match humans.
“I see…” The fresh smelling breath wafted over her. “I can help you get home, or you can leave on your own. There is another option though.”
Her eyes snapped open as she stared at the human. It was the first time she wanted to use his name. She couldn’t remember it, she didn’t even try to. Asking would only make things worse for her future. This mystery third option would be what she had to take. He’d offer to keep her and she’d try to go home, but the human would stop being kind.
“You could stay here, although I’m only here for a few months now and then. I’m sure you’d be able to take care of yourself on your own. I could bring you back to my home. I do have a wife and son, you could hide from them if you wanted. They wouldn’t hurt you, they’d be kind to you,” he said. Alessia deflated. It was like she thought. Humans aren’t kind. He wanted to keep her.
“So you’re keeping me,” she whispered. The hand pulled back. She watched as the massive being pushed himself away from her. His heavy steps rumbled through the table he’d left her on as he walked. She hugged the woven string to herself. The human stopped far from her, she wasn’t stupid enough to try and escape.
“No, you just have options.” She watched him raise his arms. She couldn’t see what he did, but some strange sound came from in front of him. He stepped back, turning to his side. Alessia gasped when she saw the invisible barrier had moved. The human walked again, stopping near her. “I’ll go to the living room, just come find me if you need me.”
Alessia stared at the human as he walked away. The door she assumed would shut was left open and she was alone. The options were real… She had them and could pick any. She could just stay here, it would be safer. No worrying about a storm destroying her home. She wouldn’t be stuck just eating herbs all the time. She might even get more of that warm red food.
He was still a human, how trustworthy could he be? What if his family hated her or wanted to control her? She hugged the string with all her strength, staring at the one he’d given her. It was thinner, probably stronger. Could she trust a human with her life?
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Vitus sat down on his couch with a small groan. He didn’t expect any of this to happen. He hadn’t done any of the work he planned to do this time around. All his focus was on the tiny person he found. A heavy sigh escaped him as he flexed his own hand. He hoped she would stay, but hearing what she’d been through those hopes were low.
He brought one leg up, resting his ankle on his knee. He didn’t want to be tapping his foot on the ground until he felt sure she’d left. The little woman looked younger than Felix. The time she must have spent alone terrified him. As an attempt to force his mind to stop, he reached for a book left out. Dabria had left it during the last time they all came out here.
He kept one hand on his lap with the book in the other. He kept moving the foot hanging over his ankle like he was tapping it. This was a better fidget than anything. The time he should let her be was hard to guess. He didn’t want to make her think he was going after her. The words on the page blurred together, there was no distracting himself. He leaned back his head to stare at the ceiling.
Vitus closed his eyes and just tried to let his mind go empty. The image of the young woman crying in his hand stayed at the forefront of his mind. He didn’t want to make her go back to what sounded like solitude. She must live somewhere nearby, he could try to find her after. That would probably just scare her more. There had to be some way he could help.
“M-Mr. Human!” a soft voice called. He jumped up searching out the source of the voice. “I-I’m here!”
Vitus followed the call to his foot. He didn’t even feel her through the thick fabric of his socks and pants. He didn’t move, leaning forward seemed like it might lead her to fall. She didn’t need to be hurt again now that the storm ended. He tried to offer her a soft smile, but the tense way she stood told him more than enough.
“Just Vitus is fine,” he whispered. She jumped, but just nodded at him.
“Ok V-Vitus. If I chose to stay around you… would you take me back home first? To my home?” He decided to lean forward then, wrapping a hand around her protectively. Once he was sitting straight, he moved to have his palm open and flat next to her.
“I’ll take you if you don’t want to stay too.” She stared at his palm for a few seconds before climbing on. He noticed that hook she’d left on the windowsill resting on her back. It made him smile, he didn’t want her trapped without him.
“I… I live… I lived in a tree where you used to sit and stare at the ground.”
“Alright, we can go now. If you’re ready.” The small woman nodded.
Vitus didn’t waste any time. He brought her close to his chest and made his way to the door. A sigh managed to escape when he remembered the issue he had with his sneakers. He sat down, setting the palm with the small woman down on the floor. She stared up at him.
“Just need to fix my shoes. I never got the knot out.” The little woman scrambled off his hand like it burned her. He moved after her, freezing before he curled his fingers around her again. He couldn’t keep doing that to her, he could only grab her when it was necessary.
Vitus focused on his shoes. The first slipped on easily. The other posed an issue. He set it on his knee and started to work out the knot he couldn’t understand. He hadn’t gotten caught on anything that day. There were no animals and this didn't happen from the wind. His eyes went wide. Slowly he turned to face the small girl who had started shaking.
“You’re why it’s tied like this…” She ran as soon as the words left his mouth. She dove under a set of shelves he kept near the door. He frowned, but could understand her fear. “I didn’t even notice you… I’m glad I didn’t hurt you that day. Once I’ve fixed this, and you’re ready to come out, we can go.”
Fixing his shoe only took a few minutes. By the time he finished the small woman had come back, a bag on her back he hadn’t seen before. Vitus kept quiet and just offered her his hand again. She was more hesitant now, but still climbed on. He pulled her to his chest and stood. He left, shutting the door gently behind him. He would make sure she didn’t get overwhelmed.
The walk to where she instructed was quiet. This time of year the woods usually were. It was why he came out here to work. The small woman continued to fidget in his hand, but neither of them spoke. Once he reached the set of trees he usually sat by to think he stopped. There were no obvious signs of someone living around here. He flattened his hand to show her where they were.
The small woman pointed towards the tree he usually avoided, there was poison ivy near the roots. He nodded and stepped closer, waiting for another sign. She pointed towards what he’d thought was an owl or squirrel den. The life she lived seemed unbelievable the more he saw of it. He brought his hand up and held her in front of the hole in the tree. She jumped in and he smiled.
The woman poked out for a second, dumping what looked like dried grass from the bag. He frowned, the reasons she carried grass like that made him worry. Silence surrounded them, for a bit he thought she might send him away. He considered leaving, promising to come back around sunset. Instead the small woman appeared at the edge of the hole staring at him again.
“...what if they’re mean? Or try to hurt me?” she asked. It didn’t take him long to realize who she meant.
“Then I’ll stop them. Take you back here where you’ll be safe,” he said. She nodded, he should get around to asking her name.
“How do you… how do you know they aren’t like the other human?” Vitus pulled his phone from his pocket, already calling his wife. There was an easy way to show her how she’d act.
“I can show you.” He hit speaker just as the line connected.
“Vitus? Did that bird recover yet? I’m sure there’s a vet nearby you could bring it to,” Dabria’s voice came across clearly. The little woman backed away.
“She’s fine. Although, what if she wasn’t a bird?” The small woman hugged the pack to her. He didn’t even notice she held it.
“Well then she must be something pretty small if you called her one. Did you find someone else to let sleep on our couch sometimes?” Her laugh echoed through the silent forest. Vitus gave the small woman a look, he hoped she understood it was asking permission. He received a small nod in return.
“Not so much the couch, more like a pillow. I met someone who’s been living on her own for a while out here. Small enough to fit in one hand.” There was a crash from the phone. Dabria had been multitasking again.
“What!? And you told me she was a bird?! I’m coming out there right now! Is she ok? Did you hurt her? Is she hiding from you? I bet you scared her with that glare of yours!”
“Why?” the tiny woman’s soft voice reached his ears. He stepped closer to the tree.
“I can’t believe you’d do that! What if I gave you the wrong information it could have hurt her. Is she really alright? Walking, talking, moving at all? Did she leave already? Did you give her anything she needed before she left?”
“Dabria calm down.” He laughed a bit to himself. He held the phone out to the small woman. Another silent question that received a small nod. “She’s with me now.”
“H-Hello…” The voice sounded strange with so much force behind it. Vitus brought the phone closer to her. She didn’t need to yell for them.
“Hello,” Dabria’s voice came out significantly quieter, “I promise he won’t hurt you. He just looks scary. Are you feeling alright? Do you need anything?”
“H-He… Vitus said I… I could live with you.” Another crash, this time the small woman stepped away.
“Of course you can! I can get something set up for you right now. Is there anything you need? Where would you want to stay? Hmm, maybe we could repurpose one of the vents so you have a nice private spot.”
“...why?” This time the question reached the phone. Vitus could picture the face Dabria made once she heard that small voice. The warm look and hope to give the small woman a safe place.
“You should have a safe place to live, that’s all.” He heard some more noises coming from the phone. “Oh, we could always pretend you’re not here too! I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”
“What… what if a human tries to hurt me?” Vitus tightened his grip on the phone. She sounded her size for once.
“Anyone of any size wants to hurt you, they deal with me first. Although Vitus might be the better one to go to, he looks scary to everyone.” The woman stared with wide eyes at the phone. Vitus pulled it back to himself.
“I’ll let you know what she decides to do, we’ll talk later.”
“Love you, oh! Wait, what's your name?” Dabria’s voice was back to her usual volume. Vitus stared up at the small woman. Her small brown eyes were wide.
“A-Alessia.” Her voice was quiet, he didn’t think Dabria heard.
“She said it’s Alessia.”
“Alessia. Ok, well you’ll always have a place in our home if you want to live with us. Bye.”
The call disconnected and Vitus laughed to himself. Dabria was a bundle of energy at the strangest times. He offered his flattened palm to Alessia, waiting to see her choice. There was no movement. Vitus left his hand for a few more seconds before starting to pull away. A small hand reached out to grab his finger. He moved his hand back up to wait.
“Can I bring my things?” Alessia asked. “To… to your home can I bring what I had here?”
“Alessia,” he smiled, “you can bring whatever you want. It’s going to be your home too.”
The small woman disappeared into the hole. Things started to appear on his hand. When she stopped he raised a brow at her. It seemed like no where near enough for how long she’d lived here. He looked into the house, a small bit of sadness hit him at how empty it was. It was just big enough he could reach inside.
“Is the rest too heavy for you? That is if you want to bring the rest?” He waited, relieved at the small nod. “Alright, I think I can fit my hand inside. Should I try? I might grab you with everything though. Do you want to climb out first?”
The woman nodded. He held his currently occupied hand up to her. She climbed out and then he fit his hand into what used to be her home. With as much care as he could he moved everything away from the walls. There wasn’t much left either way. Once it was piled together he scooped it into his hand and pulled it free. Vitus looked in, relieved to find the hole empty.
“Got it all,” he whispered. He looked down at her before moving his other hand close. He’d cut his trip short and head home today. “Are you ready?”
“I-I guess… you really won’t let humans hurt me? You’re not lying about being kind,” she asked. Vitus knew she was smart, that he could still be lying to her. He decided to bring her up to his face, to stare into her eyes as best he could.
“Alessia, would I go this far if I was lying? No one will hurt you, I won’t let it. You don’t have to trust all of us, not even me, but I’ll be keeping you safe from any humans you don’t want near you. Even Felix and Dabria.”
“O-ok… let’s go home.”
#awkwardanswers#da3dm#gt#giant/tiny#giant tiny#g/t#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community#oc:alessia#oc:vitus
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🧡: i dont know much about you, but you seem cool
Well hey I also think you're cool. You have such amazing asks for everyone and I'm always happy to see your url popping up around tumblr <3
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For the ask game, 🔪, ❄️ and 🦴 :3
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❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?
ohh ok this is hard. A dream theme would probably be a good mystery I can't start piecing together or a horror novel that scares me. For mystery I oddly enough think Brandon Sanderson would be good. I've been unable to predict things moving forward in the Stormlight Archives.
But honestly I think it would be written best by someone who hasn't even tried before. There's a way of placing clues in a mystery I feel a lot of people follow. Most of the time those clues placed by someone new wouldn't have the same easy to tell hints and tips.
For horror I kind of am expecting Lydia Prime to do it. She's a newer author on the horror scene (actually have a book she just managed to publish I plan to pick up). I also some comedians would be good at it. Comedy is kind of the other side, takes a lot to do it.
I don't know who would be best for this outside of like a pro author. I'm pretty hard to scare, make a habit of marathoning horror games and horror movies just because. That does mean I get psyched to read any horror sent my way that might be good!
For a dream plot it's kinda hard to say. I know how my brain works, but honestly even if i'm not super into it I just like seeing people posting/sharing the stuff they put their time into. It's so scary to take that first step so it's really amazing when someone does and they keep going.
🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?
Ok so this one is kind of a lot. For some of my stories it's probably some myth, post, or my own daydream mixed from anime/games/books throughout the years.
Specific media would be MTG Streets of New Capenna set (Mafia AU), Fenyx Rising (Delphia rising), FF14 (some fanfics and an au i am working on), Oddly enough a story I have on and off struggled with was inspired by a yugioh series, Godzilla vs Kong (the fight for Rhys and Felix in mafia au). My gods might have been inspired by the old hercules disney movie.
Oh Delphia is a bit inspired by an Kagome in Inuyasha (got me looking into reincarnation). oh and a book series I read forever and ever ago. The Eternal Ones by Kirsten Miller. (I went to my bookshelf to find this title.)
I also do love mythology and folklore so I'm sure that's a big inspiration even if it's not obvious. (obsessed with fairies since I was like born. My sister can't even remember a time i wasn't).
Basically it's everything? I have a few characters I've realized over time fit a meme a little or i put together match someone i loved from a game.
Oh last one I can think of. Alice in Wonderland. I loved that from the disney movie, to the books, to the manga based in it, to the new tim burton movies. Pretty much the only time I haven't liked it was in RWBY 😅
🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? I feel weird leaving this one out in the open, but like also it's not exactly nsfw. just a little insight into my weird thought process at times
ok so originally it was gonna be the general size of a dick/vagina of the average person to then do the ratio for how big it should be for a giant/how small for a tiny. In searching for this math (cause ofc i only shared it on discord) I realized i had an entire discussion that involved at least a little research where i determined it's incredibly viable that if giants and tinies are under the same homo species it would possible to successfully get pregnant in a multisize couple with the question being the survival rate of the child/birth parent dependent on a number of factors....
I used the dick knowledge in one (1) specific story i wrote on ao3. The pregnancy knowledge was lost until now.
Most likely to get me arrested was how much a person could move after a stab wound
for those curious this was the percentages i came up with are under the cut
balls: 2.7% of total height per ball
dick: 6.9% of total height
pussy opening: 4.8% of total height
pussy depth: 6.3% of total height
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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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Oooo 13 please!
ok so I spent like all weekend thinking about this one and it spawned a whole new world i'm still working out the lore of (thanks @alarcomet for helping and accepting my rambles) The prompt is done and I genuinely thank you for helping me come up with a new random world i'm going to use for things once i figure more out about it!! Prompt List
I was also possessed and wrote this all in one sitting at midnight my time forgive any issues pls
Big Reunions
Melody stood staring at Kyrie on the couch. He looked uncomfortable and unnecessarily still. She frowned. He smiled at her and failed to hide a wince as he waved her closer. She sighed and shook her head.
“Ok, this is enough,” she said. Kyrie gave her the same look he always did when she was fed up. Eyes begging her to ignore it all and act like it’s fine.
“What do you mean? Aren’t we watching that movie you were excited about?” he asked. She stepped up and got in his face. She could see how nervous he was.
“Not like this. You’re taking that counteracting medicine and we’re going to watch the movie with you at your full height.”
“What? This is fine! We… we’ve been having fun right?”
“I don’t care if we’re having such a good time, nothing could ever top it. You’re in pain and I’m not ignoring this. If this… if we’re going to work then you can’t be in pain taking that medicine all the time.” She poked his arm and got a shout in return. He glared at her for a bit before letting out a heavy sigh.
“...Fine. Walk with me to the door? I can’t fit in here.”
Kyrie stood up, almost a foot taller than her already. She hadn’t seen his new height in person and all the comments from her friends were stuck in her mind. How lucky Kyrie was that she was dating him, someone who didn’t get scared of guardians. She didn’t have a reason to be afraid of them, but she was scared of something else. Something she knew would change things.
She still wrapped an arm around him and grabbed his hand to wrap around her shoulder. She did want to enjoy everything before she lost it all. Kyrie put more of his weight on her than she expected. They stumbled a bit but both wound up laughing about it. A part of her wanted to be selfish and have him stay this way. She ignored that part and dragged him to the door to the much much larger house. He hadn’t even let her see it.
At the door he stood up straight and pulled away from her. Melody wanted to stop him, but the look on his face managed to keep her mouth shut. It seemed like he was as aware this wouldn’t end how they wanted as she was. He walked up to the door and pulled it open. He wouldn’t lock it, he just trusted her to stay on the side that was her size. She walked up and tried to go in ahead. His fingers dug into her shoulder, painfully.
“Wait here, it’ll be a few minutes,” he whispered. Melody nodded despite her preference to just be there with him. She was hoping it would make it easier for both of them. Once he walked through she was left alone with just her thoughts.
The stories her friends told her before she left to come here swirled in her mind. How bad their relationships went when one of them became a guardian. It wasn’t like anyone planned for it to happen, no one could. The way they hated having to lie on their stomachs all the time, or take the medicine to be human sized constantly. Most of them preferred that height now, but it didn’t change that their partner hated a part of them.
She started to pace. The relationship she had with Kyrie wasn’t like the ones her friends had. The two of them had been together for years, all her friends had only just started their relationships before it happened. She knew Kyrie liked to relax on the floor because he did it with her all the time. He would lie down next to her while she went about her business while sitting on the floor. He never appeared bothered by it.
Then there’s the whole being the tallest class of guardian. The few colossus class she met had fingers at least twice her height. She couldn’t imagine him wanting someone that small. That didn’t count for everything else. All the other issues she brought with her, ones he always said he’d help her face. It seemed like too much. It felt like… she wasn’t enough.
“Melody,” Kyrie’s voice echoed overhead. The door hadn’t moved, but the loud call made her shiver. She hadn’t mentioned that little awakening she had either. “I’m gonna open the door now. Just… don’t move if you’re still near it ok? It opens towards me though so you don’t have to panic.”
She laughed at that. He assumed she’d panic over everything sometimes. He was the one who panicked when things went wrong. She’d solve it and later he’d hold her close while she finally admitted how horrible it was to her too. Her heartbeat skyrocketed as the entire wall started to move. This whole time she thought that it was a wall, but now she could see it was just a small section of the door.
Melody fell to her knees as the door kept moving. It was only then she understood what Kyrie meant when he told her he was taller than she could expect. He made the other colossus class guardians look small. Her breath caught in her throat as she finally saw him through the door. She couldn’t even see past his shins.
The moment he moved she thought she’d pass out. It was so much more intense than anything she’d felt before. He’d taken a step forward and made her bounce completely off the ground. As his knee came down and collided with the surface ahead of her she bounced again. The worry she’d be afraid made so much more sense. She flushed as she realized how much she thought his height was perfect.
“I, uh, can’t really reach in there or anything. Can you… make it over to this side?” he whispered. She sort of wished he’d spoken louder. She wanted to feel the bass of his voice when he spoke.
She felt like the worst person in the world as the things she wanted from him like this continued to grow in her mind. His fingers wrapping around her, holding her safely and firmly away from the world. Hearing his thunderous heartbeat, the only sound around her besides his voice. The only warmth she could see herself enjoying was just being close to him. At this point this change just made her love him more.
“Melody?” his voice was even quieter, a hint of fear in it. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes! I’m coming, sorry I’d sat on the couch to wait!” she shouted. A horrible lie, but he was awful at catching anything she did lie about. It was why this was awful, why she knew they’d part after this week.
She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down before climbing to her feet. The things she did fear started to race through her mind. The same protective and kind fingers wrapping around her loosely. Pulling her off the ground, up and up and up until she met his face. It took everything in her to take the few steps over to him, to see who he’d become after more than a year apart.
From what she could see the house sized to him was the same as the one sized to her. They could spend time here easily, he’d be comfortable here. He wouldn’t be in pain trying to fit somewhere for her, trying to do things the way that suited her. She couldn’t bring herself to try and look up to his face yet.
“So… this is me now,” he muttered. She just nodded, the things swirling in her mind making it impossible to look up. The want to feel safe wrapped in his fingers mixed with the danger those same fingers posed. “Am I that hard to face?”
Eyes blown wide she snapped her head up to stare at him. He hovered over her, taking up almost everything. She could see the ceiling of the home high above him, higher above her. He was massive. She was miniscule. He couldn’t even take the medicine if he wanted to, not without pain. She couldn’t imagine him seeing her as worthwhile. Not with the things she still hid from him.
“I’m sorry, please don’t cry,” his voice cracked. She hadn’t even realized she started to cry. “I’ll take the medicine again… I’ll cover the ticket home if you need. I’m so sorry.”
He was kicking her out. She was too much and not enough all at once. She tried to stop any more tears from slipping out of her. To find something to make him realize she would try to be enough for him.
“I should have told you, let you end it sooner. I never wanted to scare you.” She snapped out of her thoughts. He wasn’t scaring her at all. Concern for Kyrie managed to clear her mind enough to remember the one piece of advice her friends gave her. Make sure he knows what you’re thinking. Most people are scared, let him know you’re not.
“Kyrie,” her voice was quiet, she knew he hadn’t heard her. She started to take a deep breath to try again, but that huge form loomed closer. The unexpected movement made her choke on the breath she’d been taking. Huge, warm, comforting, and terrifying fingers surrounded her as soon as her cough started. He was always worrying about her.
“Shit, do you have your inhaler? I’m so sorry I didn’t think it would be this bad. I… How can I help?” She reached out, setting one of her hands on the nearest fingertip. She could feel the grooves on his skin. She coughed a bit longer before managing to get a solid breath.
“I was just surprised you moved so fast, I didn’t think you could hear me.” Ocean-like eyes stared at her for a long minute. She worried he hadn’t heard that time, but the fingers near her curled in just slightly. Just enough they were touching her, enough that she could lean into them.
“Aren’t you scared?” Melody shook her head. If he could hear her there was no way he couldn’t see her do that, especially when she was a bit dramatic about it. “You’re really not scared of me being big?”
“No, not at all.” She looked away as her cheeks grew warm. She had to tell him, it was only fair. It may freak him out anyway. “I actually kind of realized I sort of… like it. While I was working with so many guardians I sort of started to think about… what if… you were one.”
Silence. Nothing but silence. She dug her nails into his skin, she didn’t care if he could feel it. His hands would be ripped away and she’d be left alone. Time seemed infinite as they sat there. Finally sick of it she snapped her head up to stare at the huge face looming over her. She didn’t expect to find a smirk hovering there. She knew that smirk too, he was about to do something that was either awful or amazing.
All too soon that face was moving. He was coming closer, the fingers around her became walls trapping her. He moved one finger just enough that her hand was stuck between the one she held and the other. She tried to pull free, but he was keeping her there. She just watched as the massive face finally stopped, he was resting his forehead on his hands.
The ground trembled as Kyrie moved to accommodate his new position. The space in front of her was replaced with more of him. When he let his weight hit the ground she was thrown up. Her hand was let go before she could be hurt and fingers caught her as she fell back down. One finger was almost as wide as she was tall. She’d never felt more safe in her life.
“So, you like me this big?” he said. His breath washed over her and the bass of his voice made her shudder. He was louder than before, but still not so loud it would hurt her. All she managed was a nod. “Do… you still want to watch the movie?”
That was the new problem wasn’t it? Even with the house set up for cohabitation there were so many places she couldn’t handle. She still nodded, just hoping it being Kyrie would fix things. What she could see of his grin made her heart melt. No matter his size he was still like a big puppy to her. She was starting to feel stupid, thinking he’d hate her. Then he started to move.
As soon as he started off the ground she lost herself. A loud scream left her despite wanting desperately to trust the hand below her. To trust she’d be safe and he wouldn’t let her fall. The connection the two had started to make crumbled as he pulled his face away. His hand tilted and she was back on the ground. Cold and on her own. Just like she knew would happen.
“Melody,” his voice was quiet again. “You don’t have to lie to me… I won’t do anything if you’re scared of me.”
The betrayal in his voice hurt more than anything he could say. He knew she lied about things, about her feelings. The one thing he’d made her promise was not to lie about how she felt towards him. She kept that promise and he matched it. They were honest to each other and she needed that in her life. She scrambled to her feet, fully aware of the tears flooding her face this time.
“I didn’t lie to you! I’m not afraid of you,” she shouted. Standing with her feet solidly on the ground she could do this. “I’ve known you for years, I’ve loved you for years. Getting a bit taller isn’t going to change that. Nothing would make me scared of you.”
He moved quickly. Setting his hands down on the ground around her. She was trapped in a triangle of his thumbs and index fingers. If she had any urge to run it was impossible, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to run away from him, he was going to tell her to go. She’d known that. If she could have kept her stupid fear in check nothing would have happened.
“Then why did you scream, please don’t lie to me,” his voice was deep and mournful.
She wanted to be hurt that he didn't trust her, but she knew this was justified. She’d lied about a lot when they first started dating. Things he found out when Caprice made her face him. She just didn’t want him to hate her. She had so much baggage, things he didn’t deserve to carry with him too. He’d basically proposed then, promising to help her carry it for the rest of their lives. Swearing to wait until she was ready to tell him.
“It wasn’t because of you,” she started, “I’m… I’m scared of heights.”
“What?” The disbelief in his voice made her start to sob. It was a stupid fear that she intended to hide. Both of them had wanted futures working with guardians, a fear of heights didn’t match up to that. “Melody, you’re a better liar than that. After all this time I would know that already…”
“I’m not lying! I… I hid it. We wanted to work with guardians. If I mentioned it then you might have tried to talk me into something else, you might have changed your own goals. Plus you were always so happy to point out ferris wheels and amazing views. I couldn’t tell you and risk those things going away. You do so much for me…”
She fell to her knees. Her sobbing was making it hard to breathe. She wasn’t good enough for him. She wasn’t enough for him, period.
“Melody I-”
“Now you’re so big and I’m not even a finger length to you and I have all these other issues then a fear of heights and I just wanted to be good enough for you… I didn’t want to make you put up with more problems and have to stay on the ground or be stuck with someone who you’d never be able to hold properly or or-”
Fingers wrapped around her before she could finish talking. She pulled her arms free and just focused on wiping her eyes. One last bit of revenge for how much she put him through was fair. He’d carry her out and she’d just never come back. Two massive fingers gently pinched her arms and held them down. He pressed his free thumb down on her to keep her from pulling her arms free again.
“Melody, I love you,” his voice was louder again. She shivered. He was lying now. “I don’t know what brought you back to thinking I’m putting up with you. If it’s really just a fear of heights I don’t care. I already lie on the ground with you all the time don’t I? This is nothing new.”
“Now who’s lying? How could you want someone like me when… when you’re a guardian and could find someone who is closer to your size. At least bigger than your fingers…”
Kyrie brought his face close, each breath he took washed over her. She looked away, staring at the thumb holding her down. That gave her a clear look as he used his pinky nail to force her to stare up at him. The huge face was bright red, but his eyes were serious.
“Maybe… I thought about how I kind of like the idea of being this big… with you this small,” his voice was pushing the edge of what she could handle. “Why don’t we try this a bit? I have an idea so we can still watch the movie.”
“Do you promise to tell me if you change your mind… I won’t blame you,” she asked. The calm smile from above her reminded her of the first time she told him her worries. The things she wouldn’t tell anyone besides her brother. A face that promised he wouldn’t abandon her like so many others did.
“Knowing it will never happen I will, but only if you promise to do the same, ok?” She nodded.
This time when Kyrie moved he had her slide down to his palm. The anxiety of him standing built up in her chest, but his hand stayed on the ground. She could still feel the rumbles of his movement in his hand, but she didn’t leave the ground once. She started laughing as he crawled over to wherever he was planning to take her. He laughed with her.
The deep booming laugh almost hurt her ears, but she didn’t care. She’d been so ready for this to be gone. She thought she’d never get to hear it after this week. That if she did it would be without her involved. She laughed more when he started to make stupid faces down at her. She laughed so hard she went silent when he bumped his head on a wall as he made his way to his destination.
His fingers folded over, covering her completely. She couldn’t see anything, but knew the hand stayed firmly planted on the ground. The grunts only made her laugh more, imagining him desperate to keep her in his hand despite needing to stand. He made a noise she knew was victory and Kyrie was moving again.
“I’m going to lift you up a little, do you think you can handle it?” he asked. The fingers around her moved. She stared up at him, taking a minute to just accept that this was real. He still wanted to be with her.
“Will you stop if I need you to?” she asked. He nodded and she nodded back.
Slowly he lifted his hand up. She dug her nails into his skin, this time getting a look at the worry it caused. He stopped maybe two feet away from the ground. Then brought his hand closer. He lowered it again, settling on a pillow she hadn’t noticed. He left his hand flat and got comfortable on the pillow before pulling the hand holding her close to his face. He slid her off leaning her against his arm. Then he set his hand palm down in front of her.
Melody looked around, finding a laptop dead ahead. That was all she needed to relax, the pillow beneath her more than enough to help her stay calm. She was safe and near the ground. A two foot drop wouldn’t be that bad. The hand he left in front of her moved with unbelievable speed pulling up the movie.
As soon as he hit play she smiled, the hand he’d been using was set back on her legs. Eventually his thumb wrapped behind her back. She didn’t feel like enough still, but she had hope. It wasn’t easy for her to hope, but Kyrie seemed to draw it out of her. They might even be able to work on her fear of heights.
#awkwardanswers#smolcomfycat#oc:kyrie#oc:melody#gt#giant/tiny#g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community#i have so many ideas now#heheheheheheheheh#guardians au? maybe#idk still need to figure out the world
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As a fellow g/t lover, what's your opinion on nose nuzzles?
They are amazing and one of my favorite forms of affection for Melody and Kyrie
Just soft sweet and simple little way to be close. Especially when it's as big of a difference as those two have
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When will we get the Kaiju AU for Melody and Kyrie? 👀 just asking for a friend 🤭
Best wishes and have a nice day :)
ahh dear anon I'll give you some good info for your friend then XD
Generally it's something that sneaks into my brain periodically. I know what I want to do, but not how to do it just yet. Lots of things and story beats that I'm like do I do a dream sequence to explain, time skips, memories later? who knows! I gotta figure it out maybe just start writing will help
But don't you worry reassure your friend ;) that it is not forgotten and I actually wanna try and have it for kaijune this year so we're gonna see what happens this time!
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