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A Giant Miscommunication chapter 2
A Small Point of Contention
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Warnings: Mentions of eating people, revenge, cursing
Words: 4155
Hey remember that one g/t one shot that ended in a cliffhanger that nobody paid attention to? You should have paid attention to it.
Virgil continued the walk back to his house with a sigh. He had certainly had an exciting day. And then night. And then day again. He shook his head with a slight upturn of his lips, amused by the turn of events everything had taken. Last night had been… stressful, to say the least. Not only had he been worried about making sure his guest- Roman- would make it, and be safe, but the things that he'd thought about Virgil's motives while feverish made him wince.
Of course, he'd woken with an almost completely different personality in the morning. Well, he amended, still dramatic, he thought with a chuckle. But he'd been personable, appreciative, really overly complimentary, and overall had just, seen Virgil for who he was as opposed to what he was. It'd been nice.
… He wondered if he was actually going to come back.
He shook his head back and forth slightly like he was trying to shake the thought out of his brain. No, he'd said that he would, and Virgil had to believe that. Even if he thought that there was a possibility that by the time all the snow melted Roman would either forget, or decide the trip wouldn't be worth it, or that he wasn't worth it, or- at any rate, Virgil definitely knew that he wanted him to come back. It wasn't like he had all that many friends. And he had enjoyed their time together.
With another sigh, he approached his house, realizing that he'd never finished cleaning up after the storm. Well, he might as well do it now.
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He finished up outside, even shoveling a bit in case he had to go outside again, and was exhausted enough that he headed inside for a nap. He was just about as shocked as he was annoyed when he was abruptly woken up an hour later.
"HEY, GIGANTOR!" The voice called out, and Virgil shot up in bed.
"Wha- huh?" He blinked, bleary-eyed as he tried to focus on finding the source.
"Ha! Finally up, Sleeping Ugly?" The voice was vaguely familiar, and he looked down, finally spotting the human.
The very familiar-looking human. Roman.
"What?" His eyes widened and then narrowed as he processed what he was saying. "What are you doing here?" And why was he back so soon?
"Oh, don't play coy with me, I don't get along with fish very well." He saw him grin, wide and toothy. "I out-smell them." He walked closer to the bed wielding a large, even compared to a human, ball on a stick, covered in spikes, and he pointed it Virgil's direction. "Now, it's time for you to pay for your crimes!" Was that a weapon?
"What are you talking about?" He asked, instead, swinging his feet over the side, heart racing at the accusation. He didn't understand what was happening, even as he saw Roman take a few steps back from him as he started shifting forward to get out of bed.
"You heard me, Attack on Frighten," he puffed himself up, waving his weapon. "I'm here to give you your comeuppance, up your pants, for what you've done!" His insides felt like they were twisting in on themselves, and he stood, taking a few steps, intending to go towards Roman to try and figure out what had changed, other than seemingly his clothing.
He ran away instead, laughing loudly, right out of the room and Virgil's face fell completely. Maybe… maybe he'd been faking this morning. But that didn't make any sense, he'd seemed relaxed, he'd bantered with him, he'd complimented him, as mortifying as that'd been, he'd teased him with no trace of fear. Not that he seemed overly afraid now-
What if he was luring him into a trap? He'd known how the towns around the forest felt about giants, none of it good, but to go through all that, just to, what get an army to try and fight him? He hesitated, straining his ears. He didn't hear anything aside from the sound of Roman making noise as he ran through the kitchen. He was on edge, but he had to figure out what was going on. He sharply took in a breath and tried to regulate his breathing as he'd been taught. Well, that was better, he supposed.
He looked out his window and didn't see anyone else, and as he checked every window that he passed (admittedly not many), he found them all absent of people. So, Roman had come back alone, at least, although that didn't do much to assure him. He finally reached the kitchen, which felt like it took forever, and yet no time at all. He found him trying to clamber up onto the table from the seat of the chair via the backrest. With his weapon still in his hand. Virgil walked over.
"That's a little above your abilities, there," he sneered, feeling a little justified in his derision, "literally."
"Oh, yes" he was breathing hard while struggling. "Very funny, ha," he panted, "freaking ha!" He gave up trying to climb up, "Well if I were really that short, would I be able to do this?!" And with that, he tried leaping from his position to try and land on the table. He was very obviously going to miss.
Despite how hurt and confused Virgil was from how he was acting, he didn't want him to be hurt in a much more physical way- heck, that was why they'd met in the first place. He immediately surged forward to cup his hands under him as he cackled out loud in a way that didn't suit the situation at all. He hit his hand with a small grunt, but seemed otherwise unaffected, judging by the grin on his face. Although…something looked different. Virgil moved his hands onto the table so that he could get off. Instead, he stood and wielded his weapon towards his face again.
"Thanks for the hand, Bigger-Than-Me Foot," despite his accusations, he stayed firmly planted in his hands, still for once, despite the waving morningstar, and Virgil was able to get a better look at him. And there was definitely something different about him. He squinted at him. When did he get a mustache?! "But now you're going to tell me what you did to my brother!" And just like that, relief washed over Virgil like a hot shower on a cold day. He exhaled so harshly that it blew Roman's- Roman's brother's hair all over, swaying him slightly.
"Brother?" He wheezed out. He was rewarded with a full-body eye roll.
"Yeah, Bohe-meathead, a guy that looks just like me, no mustache, not as handsome, and wearing something like this?" And he reached into his pocket, whipping something out, which made Virgil flinch. Roman's brother gave an unimpressed eyebrow raise, holding out what looked like a small (even relatively) scrap of a familiar bright red fabric. Virgil was trying desperately not to do something really stupid like shout in joy or cry from the relief, but instead, he just took a moment to breathe, evening out his oxygen intake, and lowering his heart rate, becoming un-tense again. Roman's brother started wriggling on his hands, impatient.
"Roman," Virgil eventually managed, and his brother raised an eyebrow.
"Remus, actually. We're twins." He blinked and then something occurred to him, and he took a step forward, speaking excitedly "So you have seen him!" His grin turned into more of a leer, and he stepped forward. "What'd you do with him? Crush him? Drop him from up high? Break him in half? Are these crumbs all over the table," he gestured at the mess from breakfast that he'd forgotten about, "little leftover bits of Roman?" He was now about at the heel of his hand.
"No!" Virgil scowled. "And if you're seeking vengeance, why are you so happy at the idea that I killed him," he challenged. Remus just rolled his eyes.
"Oh come on, mega Mondo, I may be a dumb, stupid idiot, but I'm not dumb," he waved a hand idly, "I figured out when I was younger that you weren't the image of the giant purple people eater everyone touted." He continued, looking more bored than anything despite literally being in Virgil's grasp. "Otherwise there'd've been way more missing people. And a lot more missing peoples' bones." He grinned suddenly again. "Unless you eat the bones, too! I'll bet our measly little femurs wouldn't pose much of a threat to those teeth, huh?" He looked like he was trying to grab at Virgil's mouth, and he brought his head back further out of range. "Plus, extra calcium. You're a growing boy," he practically cooed at him.
"Stop," Virgil spat, feeling his stomach churning at what he was suggesting. Which was of course why his stomach proceeded to growl. That stopped Remus in his rambling, becoming quiet, smile falling slightly. He blinked up at him.
"Holy shit, did you actually eat him?"
"NO!" He glared at him, trying to summon all his scare tactics; he growled, grabbing him around his middle all too easily as his weapon fell at the wayside, and loomed over him, dark, and foreboding, voice thunderous. "Now you listen," Remus wiggled lightly in his grasp, but then looked up, calmer than he'd seen- well, either of them. "Roman came here last night. He was sick, then he got better. He was on his way back this morning," he wasn't sure why he didn't tell him how involved he was with getting him back, but he didn't want to hear whatever garbage accusation that would surely come out of his mouth. "And then I assume he went home. But he's not here, so go away."
"Hard to go away if you're busy fisting me, Shyclops." He responded instantly, oddly sedate. Maybe he'd actually scared him. He didn't know how to feel about that, but he did loosen his grip, and Remus brought his hand into its own fist, and up to his chin. "So, he left this morning, huh. Must have missed him in the forest, plus there was that weird earthquake-y thing that…"
He trailed off, slowly raising his head to look up at Virgil, his grin returned, almost predatory. "Did you walk him home?" Virgil blanched. Was he going to run back to his town to get back up? To let them know he had been close? He put on a sneer again and brought him towards his face, trying to quell the rising panic he felt.
"Thought you didn't wanna be my dinner, but I guess you changed your mind, after all, huh." He boomed, not loudly; he didn't have to be. His voice resonated. Remus's eyes went wide, mouth slack, and then immediately filled with what could only be glee.
"YOU DID, DIDN'T YOU!" He shrieked, his face split into a grin, and then he leaned in closer. "Also, that thing you did with your voice was really cool, you should teach me how to do that." Virgil growled, bringing him right to his mouth. He opened it a little bit, just enough, and then-
"REMUS!" Virgil barely repressed a jump, and oh no, he knew that voice. He and Remus looked down at the ground, and sure enough, Roman, in the same clothes as this morning, was looking up at Virgil, and glaring, while visibly breathing hard. "What on Earth do you think you're doing?!" Virgil's heart sank, as he felt the blood drain from his face. The very thing he'd been worried about with Remus's arrival had surely been sealed by Roman walking in on him threatening to eat his brother.
"Ro Bro!" Remus called back to him in delight, apparently completely unconcerned by his proximity to Virgil's teeth. He turned back to Virgil, papping him on the fingers around his body with his hand. "Hey, Vore-acious appetite, lemme down on the floor." Virgil complied immediately, bringing him down to Roman's level, and opening his palm up to let him walk off. He glanced at Roman, who was still glaring, but was interrupted by Remus flying at him in a tackling hug.
"What- agh!" He inhaled, standing his ground, and hugged him back. "Yes, yes, very nice to see you, too. Now, what were you doing to Virgil?" Virgil stiffened. He…wasn't angry at him?
"Oh, sure, place the blame on your poor, innocent brother," he batted his eyelashes, "not the horrible, terrible monster that had me in his grip!" He put a hand on his forehead, going lax in Roman's grip. Roman dropped him. "Oh, so, hey," he seemed completely unconcerned with being on the floor, "was he telling the truth about being your nurse then walking you home?" Roman rolled his eyes and turned to Virgil.
"Sorry about him," Virgil flinched. Wow, he…really wasn't angry with him? "I appreciate you watching him, especially since you didn't know that I was coming to get him."
"Fuck you, I'm a delight!" That sounded familiar. He smirked and slowly raised an eyebrow at Roman, who flushed red.
"I- That's different, it's actually true for me," he huffed, crossing his arms.
"Mhmm," Virgil hummed, amused. Roman coughed.
"But anyway, uh. Thanks again." He smiled, then shifted. "Incidentally, you weren't actually going to eat him, were you?"
"No," he responded firmly and immediately, "I promise, I wouldn't-" but Roman cut off his protest.
"Good, because I'm pretty sure he's poisonous," he grinned up at him. A startled laugh slipped its way out of Virgil's mouth.
"I take that as a compliment!" Remus's smug voice cut through, and he rolled over on the floor a few times before he stood up. "How'd you know to come here, anyway?" Roman rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you know how mom and dad are," he waved his hand vaguely. "So I made it all the way home before I found out you'd gone out to look for me." He brushed off his shoulder a bit. "I wasn't sure that you'd wind up here, but at least I knew where Virgil lived, so I figured I could ask him if he'd seen you, or, uh, maybe if he wouldn't mind helping me look for you?" He turned to Virgil with a grin that he probably hoped was more charming than sheepish. "Sorry." Virgil snorted.
"Eh." He half-shrugged. "I pro'lly would've done it," he agreed easily. But Remus looked at him with sudden and extreme interest.
"Oh?" He purred at him, "is that so?" Ugh, what was that look he was giving him, this guy was so weird.
"Remus, stop that, leave him alone!" Remus just switched his head towards his brother, not changing his expression at all. "And wipe that grin off your face."
"Try chiseling it off, it'd be more effective," yet his face became haughty and smug, raising an eyebrow.
"Ugh." Roman looked at Virgil again, "once more, I'm so sorry for him, but we can leave now." He shifted on his feet. "I know it hasn't been that long, but it was nice to see you ag-"
"I'll walk you home," Virgil blurted out.
"-ain. What?" Roman blinked as he processed it.
"I can take you back," Virgil rephrased, ignoring Remus's face as his face started to burn with mild embarrassment. "Like I did before so that you don't have to walk through the snow again."
"Oh, well." Roman smiled, "I wasn't going to ask, but that would be nice, if you don't mind." Virgil shook his head.
"Nah, it's no big deal," he assured him. "Just, it'll be halfway again." Even with Remus being overall okay with him, he didn't trust being seen by anyone in the nearby towns.
"Thank-"
"Wow, you're dropping us off in the middle of the woods," Remus lamented, "what terrible service!" Roman smacked his arm, "Ow!" He said happily.
"Technically I'm the middle of the woods," Virgil shot back, "and sorry, but I'm not exactly eager to get swarmed by a bunch of lunatic giant hunters, or whatever." Remus scoffed.
"I'll have you know I've got my own special brand of lunacy. I'm one of a kind, here!" He looked at Roman and exchanged looks, "Well, alright, okay. I guess that makes sense." And he seemed to be unable to resist adding, "but I'm giving you only two out of five stars for service." He stuck his tongue out.
"Put that back inside your mouth, even you don't know where that thing's been." Remus waggled it at his brother petulantly, and then pulled it back inside with a schwip schwip schwip! Virgil wrinkled his nose.
"And again, no talking about me to anyone," Virgil reminded Roman, then considered the circumstances. "If you're talking to each other, do it when you're sure you're alone." Roman frowned, and Remus raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything. It was a little unsettling, honestly. Then he realized that Roman was making facial expressions back at him, and Remus was also responding silently. Were they communicating? Weird. But kind of cool. He'd heard that twins had 'telepathy' but watching it in front of him like this made him really believe that it was real. He wondered if he could ask for more information from-
"Virgil," Roman stated, firm. His attention was drawn back to the scene in front of him, the two now looking up at him again. "About the whole 'tell no one about you exist' thing," he began.
"No." Virgil was just as firm.
"Would you just wait for me to-"
"No." He interrupted. "If people start to know about me, it'll affect me, and just be a bother." He shook his head slowly. "They won't believe that I don't mean any harm, and then they'll push my limits, until I do something bad," although he mentally shuddered at the idea of him hurting someone accidentally, "and then they'll use it as evidence against me, and I'll have to move, or worse." His mind helpfully supplied him with potential images of him in a comically small jail, or tied up in ropes, or chains, or- "Plus, even if some people know, it's not like the laws around this area would change," he snorted.
Just because he was on the edges of the nearby town, didn't mean that he wasn't informed. He knew that giants and other entities like him were considered enemies of the humans, and that the leaders of each town had it out for anything that was a potential danger, intent or no. Heck, that was where all the stories of giant-based terror had sprung from. Giants had been spotted and the people who encountered them had feared them, spread the word of their tales, greatly extrapolated, until they'd become just that; tales. Sure, some of the giants had probably fought back against those that had come to kill them, or even had been aggressive to start with.
But Virgil certainly wasn't. And the only other giant he knew was even less likely to hurt a human than he was. But the leaders of the towns acted like he'd personally destroyed their crops and poisoned their water supply, or whatever. And he wasn't going to get involved with that sort of thing again. So involved in his own thoughts, he missed Roman and Remus having another silent exchange of facial expressions.
"Well," Roman tore his eyes away from his twin, "What if…maybe we just talk to a few people?" Virgil looked down at him, unimpressed. "You're right, we can't change the laws, but we know people who can!" Virgil crossed his arms. "It's just- let us try and help you! There's no reason for anyone to harbor animosity towards you, and we can make sure that nobody attempts to hurt or hunt you!" Virgil was uneasy. It sounded good in theory, sure, but that was a lot of risk to take. And risk taking wasn't necessarily in his wheelhouse.
"I don't know, Roman…" he shifted awkwardly. "What happens when it doesn't work? What's the fallout?" Roman huffed.
"If it doesn't work, we can both ensure that you'll be left alone," Roman assured him confidently. "But it will. I swear. Trust me?" And maybe it was just that his powerful belief that he could do it was contagious, but Virgil found himself agreeing.
"Only a few people," he sighed. "If you insist. I guess-"
"Woohoo!" Remus shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "Revolution! Fight the men! Overthrow the leaders!" He lowered his arms slightly, face becoming more serious. "Literally. Just go up and rip the house from the ground and shake." He mimicked shaking what was presumably the town leaders' houses.
"I take it back," Virgil deadpanned.
"No, it's fine, just ignore him," Roman physically waved Remus's statement away, hand flapping in front of his face. Virgil glanced outside, the weather looked okay, and it was still light enough out. He should really get started getting them both back to their home.
"So, Roman," he interjected through their bickering, "the way we traveled earlier," and that really got their attention, "will that work with two of you at the same time?" Roman opened his mouth to respond, then closed it, while giving his brother an appraising look.
"How'd you travel earlier?!" Remus asked excitedly, "giant horse? Paper airplane? Piggyback ride on Paul No-Funyan's shoulders?!" Virgil raised both eyebrows; one because ouch, two because there was no way that was happening, but Roman beat him to it.
"No, I'm afraid there'll be no dealing with Remus." He sighed dramatically. "He'll have to live amongst the trees."
"YES!" Remus double fist-pumped. "Finally! But you're wrong about the tree bit, I'ma burrow underground and become soil."
"As if you're not already," Roman shot back immediately, which just made Remus laugh that distinctive cackle that he'd heard before. Virgil sighed and decided to just awkwardly lean over and put his hands flat on the floor, palms up. Roman blinked up at him for a brief moment, then seemed to realize. "Ah! Thank you, Virgil." He turned to say something to his twin, but-
"WHEEEEEEE!" Remus shouted as he ran towards his hands, and Virgil almost flinched them completely away until he saw him spring up into a jump aimed right for them. Virgil caught him with a soft ker-pluf and he remained sprawled out in the position that he landed in. Where he started to pretend to swim. "All aboard the Humongbus!"
Roman sighed and silently climbed on Virgil's hands, nudging his brother over with his elbow none-too-gently as he sat down with his legs crossed. He only flopped his arm over Roman's face in response. He sputtered and batted it off angrily, and Remus rolled over and swung a leg on his lap while he was distracted.
"If you could maybe not do that while I'm walking you back so that I don't drop you, that'd be great," Virgil attempted to hide his nerves from how much this guy ratcheted up his anxiety.
"Aw, but think of how much fun I'd have on the way down!" Remus half-pouted, then became considering. "Y'think if I dropped from high enough my femurs would stab right up through my shoulders?" Virgil wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Just hold on; I'm moving you now." And Roman clutched onto his thumb, Remus didn't do anything, as he slowly raised them both up, trying to guard the sides of two hands by moving them next to his chest so that they were more closed in.
"WHEEEEeeeeee……." Remus started at a shout but then trailed off. He felt a smaller hand smack at his palm a few times and Virgil jolted. "Faster, faster!"
"Would you cut that out?!" Roman smacked his shoulder with his free hand. "Stop antagonizing Virgil! He's being very nice and taking us back, and you're being all yourself at him, you mental Martin!" He glared at him. Virgil cleared his throat.
"Uh. Gonna start walking now," he said awkwardly. Then he started walking slowly enough to not jostle or disturb them too much.
"Hmmmmm…" Remus squinted at Roman. "Alright, then," he acquiesced after a moment. "I'll be nice to Cliff-feared and his Big Red D-"
"Don't you dare finish that nickname!" Roman screeched, turning bright red. Remus sputtered out a laugh, but otherwise stayed still, which was a relief. Virgil supposed that this walk back would be a lot different with a second passenger.
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Choose Your Fighter
#g/t#my art#giant/tiny#macro/micro#gianttiny#g/t ocs#size difference#g/t fluff#g/t angst#g/t community#g/t scenario#g/t art#handheld#borrowers#fearplay#g/t fearplay#whump#g/t whump#we all know which side my bread is buttered
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Recycling an old scenery piece I made a while ago and making it sanders sides related
#sanders sides#Virgil sanders#roman sanders#fairy!roman#borrower!virgil#g/t au#tss art#sanders sides g/t#apparenlty mushrooms r super easy to draw and shade
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Becoming human 🧜♀️
Does the shrinking hurt, like being squeezed and split in half? Or is it like being hugged all over?
I don’t draw usually shrinking because it freaks me out! What do y’all think??
#giant tiny#size difference#gt#g/t#shrinking#size shifting#size shifter#merman#mermaid#transformation#this is inspired by a Lindsey Ellis take- she likens Ariel’s transformation to a gender euphoric transition and I was like :o#I wanted to give euphoria at the end; that this process was novel and terrifying but he came out the other side something new and beautiful#uncharted territory!!!#body horror?
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the tiny, inside the walls, hyping themself up: It’s totally fine. Everything I’ve seen from this human shows that they’re kind, level headed, and normal. There’s utterly nothing wrong with this human, and I can totally befriend them! I shouldn’t be scared at all!
the tiny: *peeks out hole in the bathroom wall, looking up at the giant before them*
the giant, in front of the bathroom sink, obliviously doing their nightly routine: *removes their dentures*
the tiny, has no concept of what dentures are, who just saw this behemoth remove all the bones and flesh from its own mouth in one swift pull, without a flinch of pain: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
#g/t#giant tiny#teeth tw#slight body horror tw#i feel like that warrants a tag#anyways I MIGHT HAVE TO GET DENTURES. FUCKIN WHAT#IM TWENTY FIVE#tbh i knew i needed them. but still. got that news today. fuckin nuts#anyways. sorry to ramble abt my irl life. but if i told any of my irl friends i was getting dentures id be roasted#not in a mean way. but there was a denture related incident at the place we all worked years ago. and they would be making parallels so fast#plus i think itll be fun to tell no one and then yank em out at a party as a surprise#can u even yank dentures. idk. ill find out tho!#again sorry for rambling i just love to ramble actually#(also absolutely no shame against ppl w dentures! teeth r incredibly important to self esteem tbh and dentures r a wonderful aid to have)#(like man im gonna smile so much after. chew w both sides of my mouth)#GO BRUSH UR TEETH BTW
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give me mercy no more (2)
warnings: self sacrifice, mentions of hypothetical gore, fear/panic, misunderstandings, abduction, logan getting too excited about science and explaining Nothing
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Standing alone on the center of the barren sacrificial altar, Virgil felt as though he’d been wrung out like an old dishcloth.
The stress was still there, along with the terror and the dread and the misery, but after a while they’d faded into simple background noise. A low, ever-present hum, constantly reminding him he was going to die soon.
As though he could forget something like that.
Still. Better him than Janus, or, gods forbid, Thomas. It was the mantra that had carried him this far. He’d say it all the way to his grave.
Assuming he actually got one, that was. There probably wouldn’t be much left to bury.
The sound of distant wingbeats pulled his attention back to the world outside, the chorus of terror growing the slightest bit louder in the back of his mind. He could see the silhouette, growing larger as the dragon got closer, and twisted one of the decorative ceremonial cuffs he’d donned around his wrist nervously.
He glanced at where two of his knights waited at the entrance to the open-air cliff platform.
“You don’t have to be here,” he tried, glancing between them. “It’s dangerous, and you probably won’t want to see…,”
He trailed off, gesturing idly with a cuffed hand, because there was really no delicate way to say ‘I’m most likely about to get torn to bloody shreds.’
The two of them exchanged looks. “We’re staying, sir. The least we can do for you is see this through.”
“I trained you guys too well,” he snorted, but when he turned back to face the open sky, he felt a little less alone.
He hadn’t needed to explain much, not after he’d told them that he would be taking Janus’s place. It had earned him looks, ranging from solemn to pitying, but none dared to argue when Janus himself appeared to have conceded.
(The spell would unravel by nightfall. By then, he’d be long gone, one way or another.)
He might not be an advisor, but when he’d stepped into the role of bodyguard, he’d applied every bit of dedication in his body to the job. He knew more about the kingdom and how it worked than almost anyone else.
And if that didn’t end up being enough? He was fairly sure that being a mage would tip the scales in their favor.
Revealing that little tidbit was a last resort, since rumor had it that most dragons were attracted to magical power in any form, and in order to obtain it, the more ruthless of them would often hunt down and consume human mages.
The thought didn’t manage to perturb Virgil much. He’d felt pretty sure he was going to get bitten in half well before uncovering the truth about that particular rumor, possibly even before he got through the first sentence of his explanation, and he’d committed to the decision anyhow.
Overhead, the dragon began their descent.
An enormous winged shadow fell over him, and for a moment, the instinctual clamor in his head became deafening— YOU’LL DIE YOU’LL DIE YOU’LL DIE— but he forced the automatic tension from his legs.
He couldn’t run. Not from this.
A heavy thump, and Virgil lifted his head to see that the dragon had shifted into a massive humanoid form. Far less aerodynamic, but it was the most common form used whenever a dragon deigned to actually speak with a human. Draconic snouts weren’t ideal for speaking human tongues, after all.
The beast was hardly less intimidating this way. They had settled so they were standing on the ground far beneath the cliffside, but they were large enough that they could easily rest their arms on either side of the wide altar Virgil stood on as simply as Virgil himself would lean against a counter.
Virgil glanced up for as long as he dared, and then resisted the urge to do a double take. Was that… was that their dragon?
He hadn’t been present for the last tribute offering before the assassinations– mostly due to aforementioned identity as a mage– but the being before him didn’t look anything like the descriptions of the ancient, silver-scaled dragon that had Thomas’s ancestors had made a covenant with, back when the kingdom was little more than a well-defended duchy.
For one, their human form was relatively young-looking. For another, the scales and horns that decorated their hairline were a deep indigo.
… Well, Virgil was already on thin ice. He resolutely decided he wasn’t going to be the one to ask. They were waiting on a dragon, and there was one here, so he might as well proceed with the ceremony.
Large, slit-pupil eyes flickered over the scene set before them, a pair of thin, translucent eyelids sweeping over them in what almost looked like a bewildered blink. “This is… unusual.”
It wasn’t the enraged demand for an explanation that he’d been expecting, and Virgil struggled to remember exactly how Janus had phrased his argument, thrown off-balance. “Uh, with the damages–,” no, shit, wait–, “I mean, honorable greetings to the lord of this land,” he hurriedly corrected, bowing his head in deference. “We humbly welcome you.”
There was a pause, and Virgil bit his lip hard enough that he tasted blood. He’d never been the best at the whole social etiquette bit, and somehow the way he’d almost botched the entire thing in the first ten seconds was making him feel more stressed than the past half-hour of waiting for and vividly imagining his impending demise.
“I accept this welcome,” the dragon finally replied, still sounding more curious than angry. Naturally, they managed to make the greeting sound entirely professional and well-practiced. “I haven’t accepted a tribute from this kingdom yet, but I’m familiar with the general concept, and things seem… different.”
That was a definite yes on the new lord thing, then.
Their statement wasn’t phrased as a question, but Virgil recognised a demand for information when he heard one. He straightened back up, only barely keeping himself from falling into a Knight’s rigid upright posture on automatic. “Yes, my lord. There were significant damages to the kingdom during the invasions, and the– the livestock and harvest that would usually be offered don’t exist now.”
“Invasions?” the dragon asked, which was frankly not the part of that statement Virgil had expected their attention to catch on. “Was your previous lord negligent in her duties?”
“N–No,” Virgil tried tentatively, unsure what the right answer was here. “The matters were between humans, and our… previous lord… wasn’t to be bothered with trifles like that.”
The dragon’s brow furrowed, and when they huffed through their nose, a small puff of smoke escaped along with the sigh. “I see,” was all they said, their deep, rumbling voice sounding almost contemplative.
“Currently, our people only barely have enough to survive,” Virgil continued after a moment, trying to stick to the script he’d tricked out of Janus. “In the hopes of– of keeping the kingdom alive, so that you’ll have many years of tribute in the future, we ask that you show mercy and accept an alternative offering this year.”
The dragon’s ears pricked in interest, head tilting slightly. “An alternative offering?”
Deep breaths, now. “Along with heirloom treasures from the royal bloodline, you are offered the– the life of one of His Highness’s closest advisors, with knowledge of all in the kingdom.”
He lifted his chin and forced himself to step forward, spreading his wrists as far as the ceremonial cuffs would allow to make it clear just who was being offered, here. Janus would have made it look elegant, graceful even. Virgil was pretty sure he was only making it look like what it was: a guy in restraints pretending he was fine with his new status as a sacrifice.
The dragon reared back a little, thankfully looking more surprised than murderous. “Does this kingdom usually offer humans as tribute?” they asked, nose scrunching up in a confounded expression
“No, definitely no,” Virgil hurried to say, already grimacing at the idea of setting a precedent. “It’s only in this specific case. Only me.”
“I understand.” The dragon hummed thoughtfully, idly tapping clawed fingers against the stone. “Are any of these heirlooms magically-charged in any way?”
The sinking feeling in Virgil’s gut abruptly got a lot deeper. “No, my lord.”
They sighed in disappointment, clearly uninterested by the offering, and Virgil’s heart nearly seized in his chest at the idea of failing now, of the dragon claiming the original tribute by force and starving their people, of them demanding to see the king punished for the offense, or any number of other nightmarish outcomes.
He took another halting step forward, the sheen of sweat along his skin leaving him chilled in the face of the afternoon breeze. He was well within reach of those huge hands now. “However,” he managed, “there is still magic available in the tribute.”
Under the dragon’s sharp gaze, he couldn’t force another syllable past his clenched teeth. Instead, he held up a single hand and summoned a small orb of flame, shifting the color of the flames to an intense blue in the hopes of showing that he was a strong mage without needing to destroy anything.
His magic stores were considerable, after years of practice keeping them hidden and in reserve. He’d spelled Janus, but that hadn’t burnt through much. Really, it had only drained him emotionally.
The dragon’s pupils expanded as they leaned in closer, inspecting the display with a much more intense version of that same curious expression that they’d worn all along. Virgil swallowed, all his worries about being bitten in half abruptly surging back to the forefront of his mind.
“Oh, wonderful!” the dragon said, and there was a sudden warm weight curling around his back. Virgil turned his head to the side just slightly, and could see those huge claws curving around his shoulders. “Source magic will work much more efficiently than the remnants I could pull from most ancient artifacts, anyhow.”
Virgil forced himself not to try and wiggle out of the grip around him, even when it began lifting him clear off the ground, the dragon’s hand rotating to create a sort of curved cradle underneath him. He knew this would happen, he reminded himself. He’d wanted this over the alternative, and he only had to hang onto his composure for a little longer. Just until he was out of eyeshot of anyone who could tell Janus or Thomas afterwards.
“I accept the kingdom’s tribute and will act as its lord from now on,” the dragon intoned formally, lifting Virgil up further and further.
His heart dropped in horrible terror for a moment, but then he was lifted even higher, until he was staring down at a pair of curved horns. The hand under him tilted, and Virgil scrambled for a grip as he found himself promptly deposited on top of the dragon’s head.
“Hold on tightly,” the dragon warned, “I’ll catch you if you fall, but from this high up, you might pass out from the sudden change in altitude. Hm, I’m not certain humans know about altitude, actually…”
Virgil suspected he might pass out with or without outside interference, but saying as much wouldn’t help him. His gamble had worked, and now he was a mage in the possession of a dragon, as good as dead. He clung onto the horn next to him as the shape under him shifted to something far more reptilian.
They took to the sky, and despite the terrifying vertigo, Virgil turned and watched the kingdom grow smaller and smaller in the distance for as long as he could.
#sanders sides fic#sanders sides g/t#ts virgil#ts logan#give me mercy no more#gmmnm#my writing#writing
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veil house ~ 5468796 architecture | photo credit: james brittain
#architecture#houses#corten#screens#veil#siding#gwb#t+g siding#canada#industrial#mild steel#fireplaces
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Just a little Logicality 💙🩵
#logan sanders#patton sanders#sanders sides#sanders sides g/t#ts sides#tss logan#tss patton#logicality#ts patton#ts logan#sanders sides fanart#icy art#g/t community#I decided not to fix his hand hahaha#giant/tiny#sfw g/t
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Borrowers Patton and Virgil visiting their human friends! They found Logan first~ Logan’s pleased to see them again
They’re just little stick guys
Original version under the cut!!
Time taken: 2.7 hours
The top one is the experimental version where I added more color and a background! I wanted to add hair but after 41 frames I decided I’d get em next time 😆😂😃 here’s the original ‘blank’ one
Virgil didn’t want Patt going to visit the humans again alone…he’s nervous but hey it’s telling he let them go again at all. They’re growing on him, me thinks~
#Virgil’s still shy#Patton’s sheepish#I made a detailed gif in the replies btw!! X3 prrhaps I should have Made it a separate post—#sanders sides#patton sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#animated gif#thomas sanders#ts sides#ts patton#ts virgil#g/t#g/t community#sfw g/t#borrowers#animated#icy art#detail is tedious with animation huh
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More clothing studies, this time from my fic Axis. I was aiming for authenticity while also trying to have each of their personalities show a little bit in their clothing choices. Two for Nicky, to show his layers.
#tog#the old guard#for reference the fic takes place in 1625 in iceland. i still don't think they're bundled enough though lol.#nicolo di genova#yusuf al kaysani#andromache of scythia#no quynh :(#these were a n i g t m a r e to crop correctly. tumblr why are you like this.#hence the cropping might look a little weird#siggy draws#i think these sketches took a month and a half lol. now i will be quiet about this fic and focus on writing something else.#what do we think about this style? the differently coloured lineart and the slight lighting? and the rough colours?#also i forgot my siggynature on ALL of these but that's ok. you know who i am sdfghf#my new obsession is clothing details i guess!! could always make it more detailed though! with lots of practice i can try.#no real director's commentary on these drawings like i usually write for my sketches asdsfgfd#just that this is mostly what they wear in the fic. add a coat for andy maybe and some mitts for joe.#and more weapons and bags and stuff#can't really see nicky's braids but he's got one big french braid and a few tiny ones on the sides of his head connecting to it.#his hair is like shoulder-blade length. it's about the symbolism!! of not making a change for a long time!! until he does cut it!!#and andy is wearing quynh's necklace under her shirt of course </3#joe rolls his pantaloons above the knee for maximum movement (horseriding) and fashion (gay)#i have a crush on the first nicky sketch like he's so cunty for no reason#well. he's possibly supposed to be having a serious conversation/argument with andy#kudos to the ref picture i used of luca just standing Like That
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A Giant Miscommunication chapter 3
A Fighting Chance
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Last chapter had a great reception, hopefully you guys like this one, too. Although this one has like 100% less Remus, so how good could it be, amirite?
Warnings: Baby's first fight scene!!! (It's me, I'm baby.) Also a lot of mentions of theoretical killing, mentions of giant prejudice, cursing
Words: 8006
It had been a harsh winter. Aside from the ability to wear lighter clothes, it was a relief to see the warmer weather due to what it meant with regard to the melting of the snow. It had been quite a bit since the forest had been clear of it; since before that first big blizzard they'd had. With careful attention to the forecasts and the signs, it was easy to avoid going out on that day, preventing many people from getting caught in the snow like some form of amateur.
But it had been a long few months, and while occupying both mind and time with productive activities, it would be a relief to get back into the forest. Not for the forest itself, although there was indeed much to marvel over in the differences between the regular, human-sized flora and fauna and the more giant versions, but rather they were excited for what awaited them at forest's edge.
Namely, giants.
Specifically, right now, one giant. Logan had, some time ago, befriended Virgil, and was often the go-between for tasks he needed help with. Quite frequently he would purchase items that he needed their assistance to set up, or that could be adjusted to better suit his needs, (e.g., a handle that wasn’t quite big enough for him to hold comfortably or other similar tasks), and so, Logan was happy to help.
In fact, they were going to visit him right now for such assistance. He'd recently received a delivery from Amazonian.com that he needed help installing and, well, Logan was certainly not one to turn down such a task, especially when it meant that they'd be seeing their… friend.
And so, through the forest they went, a fairly sizable toolbox, (well technically it might well be a toolbag, considering it was in a duffel bag, but as there was no such word, toolbox it was) tucked securely under their arm, all the way to Virgil's house in the middle of the woods. They saw it looming over the small clearing where it stood tall; remote, secluded, isolated, away from prying eyes, and being sauntered up to by another human.
Oh no.
They had been closer than the other, and so they put the toolbox on the ground and carefully approached the human. They became aware of a few more details about the mystery visitor: firstly, they had a large-ish pack, second, they wore a sword, in its scabbard, thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, Logan recognized him. None of this added up to anything good. A half-formed plan in mind, they cleared their throat from a safe distance to get his attention.
Roman, for they knew that was his name, yelped, head whipping around, and, yes, they were glad he wasn't too close, there went the man's hand right to his sword. He had it halfway withdrawn, before making eye contact, and he smiled at them, all teeth. Logan remained unimpressed.
"Excuse me, may I help you? Are you perhaps lost?" He blinked, and slowly lowered his sword back in its sheath.
"Hello to you, too!" He started, smile slightly more brittle than it had been before. "As it turns out, I'm in fact right where I intended to be." He puffed out his chest obnoxiously. "But I thank you for your concern." He gave a condescending little half-bow. Urgh. Well, that wasn't indicative of anything.
"My name is Roman! He/him. And yourself?" He declared, stating what Logan already knew. Logan rolled his eyes internally. At least he knew how to be polite.
"Logan, they/them." Wonderful, this was just what they wanted to be doing right now. Exchanging names with someone like him. But it wasn't as though they could just lie. He'd have found out, somehow, they're sure.
"A pleasure to meet you!" There was a pause where it was very obvious that Logan was not going to say it back. They would have to find a way to ask him what he was doing here; he surely saw the imposing house in front of him; he was right by the door. But they needed to be subtle in the way that they-
"So, why are you in this overlarge neck of the woods? Is it because of the giant?" Well. No need to look gift unsubtleties in the mouth, they supposed.
"I am aware of," Logan hesitated only for a fraction, "the giant, yes." They adjusted their glasses. "And that is, indeed, the reason I am here." They were trying to get him to go away as quickly as possible. Roman raised his eyebrows, posture relaxing only slightly.
"Oh, really?" His tone was curious, yet level. "I didn't know that anyone else oh is that yours?" He interrupted himself mid-sentence as he pointed towards Logan's toolbox.
"Yes," Logan replied curtly.
"What's in it?" Roman's head tilted. Logan barely held back an aggravated sigh.
"If you must know," and he mustn't, "it contains my tools to help take care of things in there," he gestured towards Virgil's doorway, and oddly, Roman's eyes got wide for a moment, and they saw him mouth the words take care of before he adjusted his posture and looked at them through squinted eyes.
"Where are you from?" Logan got an odd sense of being analyzed by him.
"Bellatovi," Logan replied curtly yet politely.
"Well I'm from Fuerovirta, and I'm not sure if you know who I am-"
"I do," Logan replied curtly, and not at all politely. Roman's brows furrowed.
"Well, I'm not sure if the recent talk about giants has reached you over there," Oh, it had. Nothing official, but there had been rumors and talk flying around about the giants and the towns' rules concerning them changing.
Ever since Logan could remember, there had been laws about giants not being allowed in any of the towns, and vice versa. But more than that, it was allowed, no, encouraged to defend oneself against them if anyone encountered them, whether they showed any sign of aggression or not. It hadn't happened within this century as far as Logan had heard of, but it was a very well-known rule. And oh, Logan knew Roman alright. They knew him very well, indeed. One of two, spoiled, golden children. Sons of the town leaders of Fuerovirta, the undisputed most powerful of the towns around in this area, and thereby the leaders of the others within the township. Raised and taught all the lies they'd been force-feeding everyone else.
Oh, yes. They knew Roman Reyes.
"Vaguely," they dismissed. "But I have no interest in knowing the specifics of the 'new rules.'" They made sure to use air quotes to emphasize their derision.
If they had to guess, they'd say the rules were changing to be more harsh on any non-humans, what with the twins' tendency towards 'adventuring.' That was, in fact, one of the things they were going to bring up with Virgil today. "To be quite honest, I don't remotely care about your opinion, and now, I have a job to do."
Oddly, Roman looked panicked. They couldn't figure out why, and that only proved to unsettle them more. However, regardless of the expected offense they'd have predicted, they came here for Virgil, and no son of any leader was going to stop them. They turned around and took a step towards their tools when-
"Wait!" Roman called, and Logan stopped. "Uh, about the whole," he hesitated, "thing, that you're, about, to do." Ugh, they really hoped he'd just move on and leave them alone. Forever. "I…" for someone who loved to talk so much, he was certainly fumbling over his words now, hesitant and slightly stilted. "You shouldn't attempt something like that, it's too dangerous!" Like he cared about them at all. He was just saying that because he hadn't met Virgil and thought all giants were inherently dangerous.
"I'm quite willing to take the risk. Goodbye." They ended the conversation, fully intending to pick up their tools and get away from him.
"I'm far more experienced in killing giants than you are!" Roman shouted, words almost blurring together, and Logan froze in their tracks. Their chest felt funny, although there wasn't anything humorous about the way they suddenly felt like they couldn't breathe.
"... What do you mean?" Logan managed, much less sure of their own words now.
"I mean!" Logan hadn't turned to face him yet, unwilling to see whatever sick expression was on his face without a moment to gather themself. "I mean, y'know, if you're really going in there right now," There was the sound of his feet moving on the ground. "I've heard h- it's pretty dangerous. If you don't know what you're doing. And! Uh, I've had lots of experience in defeating them, so-"
"How many." Now Logan turned around to look him in the eyes. Roman blinked, seemingly taken aback.
"Uhh, like. So many." He flipped his hand, "Just. Kinda hard to keep track of a number after a certain point, you know?" He laughed, completely at odds with the subject at hand, and with Logan's inner distress about their friends- oh no. They suddenly got cold as they thought of something. But surely they'd have heard if anything had happened to him, wouldn't they? They resisted the nausea that swept through them.
"Did you," they couldn't say it. The mere thought of saying it made their stomach proverbially turn, and words unable to form. "Around here?" They settled for. "Have you been adventuring in the forest around the other side of Ferruvi?"
"Hm? No, I haven't, why?" He replied immediately, and Logan felt as though they were able to breathe again. He said it almost off-handedly, then did a double take. "Wait, is there another giant there, or something?" His eyes were wide, and Logan realized that they'd all but told him where to find him. But while they hadn't answered him, quite frankly, they'd made it fairly obvious.
Roman narrowed his eyes, mouth dropping into a frown. "You stay away from the giant that's there! I can handle them all, you needn't go there!"
"Oh, I needn't?!" Logan spat back, "I think it's you who needn't!" He crossed his arms with a scoff and they just crossed theirs right back at him. "Are the giants you've disposed of not enough for you? You have to get rid of all of them?"
"And what are you here for, then?" He gestured upwards, "going to climb onto the roof to enjoy the view?!" Logan glared harder at that. What utter nonsense.
"Oh, don't you deflect, you obnoxious, self-absorbed, silver spoon-fed, pompous, bombastic-"
"Okay, I think that's enough from you!" Roman glared, and took a step forward, hands lowering, his left one falling suspiciously close to the sword at his side.
"And how are you going to stop me?" They sneered, "going to use that sword to make me shut up permanently?" Roman's eyes widened and his hand practically flew away from the sword.
"NO!" He glared at them again. "What is wrong with you?! What, you think I'm going to kill you for being incredibly rude?" Logan scoffed, "and inaccurate, might I add!" Logan didn't dignify that with a response. Quite frankly if he were willing to kill giants for the sin of existing they were willing to bet he could figure out plenty of reasons to kill Logan themself. "Well…mostly," Roman finished his thought. Ugh.
"Listen," and in the worst possible timing, they heard what they undoubtedly knew to be Virgil's slow footsteps. They pressed on, hoping that he hadn't noticed, "I came here to accomplish something, and I fully intend to complete my goals," damn it, his footsteps were growing louder; Virgil was coming closer. "And I won't let you intimidate or bully me away from here!"
"You get away from that house!" Roman pointed at them. "Thus far you're the only bully I've seen here! So be careful where you're pointing fingers!" Roman shot back, very much still literally pointing his finger at them.
"Why don't you watch it!" They met him point for point and pointed back at him, stubbornly ignoring the sound of footsteps steadily increasing in volume. "I know who you are, alright, Roman Reyes! I know very well your holier-than-thou attitude," the sound was very close now; right near the door, Roman didn't appear to have noticed. "Your proclivity towards looking down on everyone around you," they heard Virgil's hand make contact to pull it open, "and most of all, I know your ancestors' giant-hating blood runs thick through your veins, without a damn bit of damning evidence against-" the next bit happened very quickly.
What happened was this:
The door opened. Logan turned their head towards the noise, looking up at Virgil, who glanced down at the both of them, eyes flicking quickly back and forth, trying to take in the whole situation.
"Uhh," but that was all that he was able to get out before two voices screamed out at him,
"GET BACK INSIDE!" Logan, who thought they'd been hearing things, because they couldn't imagine that Roman would do something seemingly helpful for a giant, turned towards him.
Here's what else happened: Roman had heard Virgil's footsteps from the get go. He'd been preparing for him to come to the door, and he also correctly predicted that Logan would turn towards it when it opened.
Roman, however, did not.
So, when Logan turned, he wanted to prevent them from doing anything to hurt Virgil. So, he ran right towards them, shouted a quick warning to Virgil, and met their eyes as they watched him barrel into them at top speed.
Later, Logan would piece this together via their own recollection, and additional information from Roman. For now, they yelped, and braced themself, feebly putting their arms up just a bit too late as Roman tackled them, sending the two of them onto the ground.
They immediately started trying to physically overpower him, but he was doing the same to them, and he had a much more muscular and more tactical advantage. So, sprawling and brawling they did the only thing they could, and shouted another warning as they lifted their knees sharply into Roman's legs, getting him slightly off-kilter, and his legs on the ground around them. They attempted to grab hold of Roman's arms with his own.
"He's trying to kill you!" Roman made a noise, as he got a hand free, grabbing one of Logan's with one of his own, and kneeling on the other one. Ha! He was probably upset that his plans had been ruined.
"Don't listen to them!" He turned slightly to look at Virgil, keeping Logan pinned down by putting a hand, admittedly loosely, around their throat. That was entirely unfair that he did that while half distracted. "They're the one that's trying to kill you!" Logan wriggled a hand free and slapped it on his face, over his nose and mouth. Roman licked their palm. Yeuch. They were able to extract their other arm now, and grabbed a fistful of his hair instead, jerking his head to the side. "OW! HEY!" They rolled over onto their side to attempt to gain some footing-
Virgil coughed, and both of them turned to look at him, leaning on his doorway far too casually for the situation. He raised both eyebrows.
"So," he sounded hesitant. "Logan. Roman. I see you've met." What? No. What? What was he talking about? Why did he know Roman's name? What?
Virgil switched to only one raised eyebrow while watching them frozen in place. "And thanks for the warning, but I think you two are too busy trying to kill each other to try attacking me." They both made eye contact at that, Roman's hand still over their throat. He removed it and rolled over to Logan's side, and they were able to sit up. Roman was staring at Virgil with what seemed to be an equal amount of shock to what they were experiencing.
"You know them?!" Roman gaped inelegantly. Logan idly rubbed their wrist where Roman had, however short a time period, had very firmly grasped it.
"Are you telling me," their mind reeling as they spoke, "that you know Roman Reyes well enough to identify him,"
"Would you stop saying my name like it's a curse word?!" Roman put his hands on his hips, glaring at him.
"Yet you're exhibiting neither fear nor annoyance?" They continued on, ignoring Roman wholly.
"Uh, well," Virgil shifted slightly. "I didn't know his last name, but yeah." He squinted, "should I be?" He blinked, and then before they could respond, "Ah! Are you thinking of Remus?"
"You know Remus, too?!" They vaguely wondered if this was some sort of fever dream. Although at least Remus had a history of mouthing off to his parents and other council officials. He wasn't always quite as bad as his brother.
"Yeah," Virgil shrugged. "He's kinda why I wanted your help with the lock I got for my door." Well, okay, that at least made sense with the context that they had (very little). He turned to Roman. "No offense. But he interrupted my nap and freaked me the hell out." Oh, good, he was apologizing to the giant-hater that he apparently was on good terms with.
"Oh, none taken, he'd be very proud," Roman physically waved the apology off, "but you said you wanted their help," he jerked a thumb in their direction, "with the lock?" Virgil nodded. Roman put a hand on his chin in thought. Since this would surely take some time, Logan decided to get up and retrieve his things. They'd barely taken a step in the direction when, "Ah-ha!" Roman pointed at Logan, who was still right next to him. Logan raised an unimpressed eyebrow and crossed their arms.
"Yes?" They asked as dry as they could.
"You said you had tools!" Roman exclaimed, "to help you take care of something in the house or whatever!" He was oddly exuberant for someone who was merely repeating words to the person who had said them. "I thought you meant," he hesitated. "You know. Um. Take care of, in, another way…?" Logan narrowed their eyes. "But you just meant you legitimately had tools! And you're here to help him with things in his house!" Roman looked relieved and was beaming at his own very obvious conclusion of their very obvious statements earlier.
"Yes," they rolled their eyes. "Congratulations. I'll remember to give you a gold star when I can find the energy to care." They turned around again to collect their tools, but that wasn't quite enough to hide the flinch from Virgil at their words. They ignored it and determinedly walked over with their tool set towards the door, where Virgil was still holding it open.
"How long have you known them?" Roman asked Virgil, frowning while he crossed his arms as though he were the one that were worried for his safety.
"I met him several years ago." He had asked Virgil, but Logan took the liberty of answering instead. "Truth be told, I never believed the drivel that Fuerovirta touted, so when I met him through outside influence, despite his usual tendency to scare humans off through fear tactics, I found him," they hesitated slightly. Being accurate was one thing, but there were limits. "... very personable," they settled on, "and a fascinating conversational partner." They crossed the threshold, noting that Virgil had hung his head in embarrassment, flushed cheeks even more evident from their angle below him.
"Hmm," they heard him tap his foot, "Well, can't argue with you there, I suppose!" And as they turned around to look at him, they saw him, backpack in place, and boldly heading towards the door like he owned the place. Typical. But Logan hadn't ever let him walk all over them, and they weren't going to start now.
"And what about you?" Logan stood in the middle of the space that wasn't being blocked by Virgil, who gave them a slightly pained look again.
"I think I'm quite the conversationalist, myself," he smirked.
"That's not what I meant," they leaned forward, glaring at him. "You've killed multiple giants before, according to what you told me. What's your defense for your claims?" Virgil made a noise like a sharp inhalation. Maybe now he would see why they were behaving this way towards him.
"Ah," Roman brought his hands up, fingers tapping together awkwardly. "Well, about that. I, um, maybe was exaggerating slightly." Logan wasn't having it, though.
"How 'slightly' would that be?" They used air quotes.
"Very slightly." He brought his hand up in a pinching motion. "Just a little itty bit." His attempts at levity and charm did nothing for Logan.
"How many have you killed, then?" Their tone left no room for argument. "And don't hem and haw. I want a direct answer this time," they stood their ground.
"Then that would be zero." He answered immediately with a sheepish grin. Logan exhaled sharply.
"Then why were you prattling on about how you were so well practiced in defeating them?"
"Well," Roman sighed, letting his arms drift near his head "since I thought that you were the one that wanted to do no good, I was hoping that I could convince you to let me handle him!" He put a hand on his forehead, "you seemed very set against the new policies and I'd thought you were here to prove a point," something niggled at Logan, but they put it aside for now, "so I'd hoped that if you put your faith in me, and wouldn't bother Virgil at all." Roman paused, "and then we'd probably go check up on that other giant you mentioned-"
"You leave him alone!" They shouted immediately.
"-to warn him." Roman's arms came down and he seemed to be less grandiose for a moment. "Logan," he hesitated, mouth in a frown, but eyes wide. He inhaled, "I truly don't wish to harm any giants. Or anyone in this forest." He took a small step forward, head tilted, "and I truly haven't hurt anyone, either." They felt foolish at their outburst, but ten minutes of conversation went no way to correct the years-long impression they'd gotten of him and his family. They silently turned to look at Virgil, who gave a one shouldered shrug.
"I think I'm missing some context, but," he gave a half smile. "I believe him." Logan sighed, and looked back at Roman and nodded, once. His face lit up again, but he still remained more subdued than was typical of him.
"Would either of you mind if I came in, then?" He smiled sheepishly. "I did come all this way for a specific purpose, perhaps I could explain inside…?" Virgil started nodding immediately, then looked down at Logan. They sighed.
"It is your house. You may do as you wish." Which was true. Defensive as they were, it was ultimately Virgil who had final say…for better or for worse.
"Splendid!" He adjusted his pack, and Logan stood aside to let him pass. Once he was well past the threshold, Virgil closed the door. He crouched down by Logan, hooking one finger through the loop of his tool bag, putting both hands together, and flat on the floor. Logan walked on with no hesitation, and Virgil lightly cupped them, bringing them up to the doorframe where Virgil wanted the lock. They put up their long hair so as to be out of their face, and went over to their toolbag, and first grabbed a ruler.
"You will need to hold this steady. I'll be able to stand on a single hand until then." Virgil waited until they seemed stable and then nodded and took it from them, holding out firmly in place. "Thank you," they grabbed a pencil and began marking the places they'd need to secure the lock.
"So!" Roman loudly exclaimed after mere moments of silence. "Virgil, I assume you want to know how the whole 'stop hating giants' talk went?" Roman sounded smug, but Logan was quite unable to concentrate on that, as Virgil jolted in sheer shock, knocking Logan off-balance.
"You actually did it?!" He turned completely around to face Roman on the floor behind him, and Logan huffed, annoyed, as they adjusted their glasses. Although truth be told, they were rather interested in what he was talking about. They would have never guessed that they'd be seeing Roman Reyes in any sort of context similar to this.
"What, did you think I wouldn't, after all that convincing you?" He put a hand on his chest. "I'm offended," Virgil snorted, "but I suppose I'll tell you anyway."
"How gracious of you," Virgil's tone belied his nerves that Logan knew were there from the tense way they were being held.
"Plus," Roman faced Logan, "you can find out all about those rumors you've been hearing!" He grinned, but Logan, not wanting to feed into his ego, tried to not let anything show on their face.
"I'll be working on the lock, then." They nodded.
"Of course! I wouldn't dream of holding up your work," he bowed again, and Logan barely resisted making a face at him. They waited a moment, and when nothing happened, they cleared their throat.
"Virgil," they called attention to him.
"Oh!" He started turning slowly, "Sorry, I- sorry." Logan gave him a few pats on the hand as silent reassurance, and he turned back around so they could both work on installing the lock. Meanwhile, Roman spoke.
He spoke about talking to his parents with Remus, presenting a united front. He spoke about their reluctance to listen to them with their long-ingrained hatred. He spoke about their shock at him having been lost in the woods during a snowstorm, and Logan learned of the circumstances of Virgil and Roman’s first meeting. He spoke of how Virgil had taken care of him, (which Virgil had stammered about, and mentioned the medical book that Logan had gotten him, which made them very pleased.) He spoke about how, between the twins, they had finally convinced their parents to give their view a shot. He spoke about organizing a conference amongst all the local town leaders. He spoke about how they'd agreed to, if not give the giants full-on rights, then to at least get rid of the laws that would promise them harm.
And thus, Logan finally heard what the rumors were about. Not harsher laws to drive them out further, but a repealing of the laws in the first place. And if what Roman was saying were true, one day there might be new laws that would protect them. That was nothing short of incredible, and it was due to Roman. They…didn't know how to feel about that.
"The lock's installation is complete," they announced, instead. During Roman's update of things in Fuerovirta they had, indeed, finished the lock. Virgil muttered a thanks, as he turned to put them down, but it was clear that his mind was still racing due to all the information that Roman had bestowed.
"Oh, good job," Roman piped up from the floor where he certainly couldn't see well. "I'm sure it looks marvelous!" Virgil stopped and then really looked at Logan.
"Oh, yeah, thank you, Logan." He smiled at them, causing them to flush with what was certainly the satisfaction of a job well done. "Really."
"It was no trouble-"
"And Roman," Virgil cut across. Logan tried not to deflate as he placed them down. "I, I can't believe you were able to do all that." Virgil was also smiling at Roman. "I also didn't know that your parents were the town leaders," and now Roman flushed, but he wasn't smiling.
"Yes, I didn't think it was pertinent to mention my family line while you were busy saving my life." He rubbed the back of his neck, "honestly I wasn't sure that you'd have even heard of them, but I didn't necessarily want you to associate me with the people who were upholding anti-giant laws."
"Well, probably a smart plan," Virgil agreed, "but Roman, I don't know how to begin to thank you. What you're doing now is, is," Virgil seemed to be searching for a word that they were sure was trying to describe how overwhelmingly groundbreaking it was. But Roman cut through.
"Is something that I should have done years ago," he bowed his head. "Remus always had his theories, but I confess I…didn't want to believe him, even when I should have."
"It's okay," he smiled warmly at him as Logan silently agreed with Roman. "You're more than making up for it now. It's," he started shifting in his crouch then seemed to think better of it. "This shouldn't fall all on your shoulders. It's hard to stand up to people, especially if those people are your parents." Roman met his eyes. "That's not something you should feel guilty over." Roman smiled at him and he smiled back as they stared at each other.
Logan chose that moment to grab his bag from around Virgil's finger. The movement seemed to jostle them both out of it. Oh no, what a shame.
"Also," Roman cleared his throat as they both looked sharply away from each other, cheeks red. Roman took a deep breath and faced Virgil again, smiling. "All the towns' leaders would be interested in meeting you as soon as possible!"
"What?!" Virgil snapped his head back towards Roman. "Absolutely not, no."
"Well, before they make a decision about giants in general, they want to meet you!" Roman reasoned, which, they supposed made sense. "And you can show them how nice and friendly you are!"
"Hell no, I'm an asshole," Virgil spat back at Roman. He crossed his arms and glared at him. "Nothing doing." Roman, there was no other word for it, pouted at him.
"Oh come on!" He implored, "Remus'll be there to back you up, too!" Virgil snorted.
"I was going to eat him, I wouldn't exactly call that a glowing review." Logan choked on nothing.
"Oh, please," Roman dismissed. "That's hardly the worst threat he's ever gotten!" He scoffed. "Not like you were actually going to do it, anyway." He put his hands on his hips. "And besides! You just said you didn't know how to thank me, this is the perfect solution!" Virgil softened his posture and seemed resigned.
"Well, when you put it that way…" he glared at him again. "Still no."
"Oh, come on!"
"I told you I didn't like people!" He threw his arms up before he hung them limply at his sides. "I'm not good with them! I'm anxious just thinking about it, I'll freeze or say something wrong or, I'll just have so many people looking at me, let alone the fact they they're already biased against me because I'm a giant and then I'll have the fate of all giants around here resting solely on my shoulders and, and-"
"Virgil." Logan got his attention and when they were sure that Virgil was looking, they overexaggerated their breathing until he caught on and soon he stopped looking so close to panic. Roman, for his part, looked alarmed. Logan sighed. "Virgil," they had been thinking while the two had been discussing the problem. "How much do you trust him? Because, there is another option if they merely wish to meet a giant…" they trailed off, and saw the exact moment that Virgil caught on to what they were implying.
"Oh." He considered the question briefly. "I trust him," he nodded. "He said he'd help how we were viewed and he did." He smiled again. "I think that'll work, it's a good idea. He's a much better option than I am, plus he actually likes people… theoretically." Roman was looking more and more confused, and they were still battling with this new version of him that they were seeing. They sighed. They trusted Virgil, and his judgement, so they supposed that meant they'd have to trust Roman, too.
"Alright then. You'd better call him to confirm," they nodded, smiling very slightly, if tightly.
"Alright, when and where is it?" Virgil turned to Roman.
"As soon as possible, actually." Roman grinned sheepishly as Virgil's eyes widened. "And it's around the edge of the forest, to accommodate for giant seating, on the other side of Ferruvi."
"Okay. Let me get you two set up in the kitchen, I'll put some tea on, and call him while it boils." He reached his hands out towards them and they both climbed onto a different hand than the other, although their legs wound up touching as they settled. The ride to the kitchen was tense, but over quickly, and Virgil placed them both on the table top, set the tea on the stove, then turned to them. "Are you gonna be okay by yourselves or will there be a repeat of what happened outside," he asked wryly. Logan sighed.
"Just go," they made little 'leave' motions with their fingers.
"Oh!" Roman snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot." He grabbed the backpack he'd been traveling with and unzipped it, rummaging through its contents. "I brought a bunch of spare clothing in case I have to get undressed again!" And Logan’s mind shut down.
"No, wait, that's not what it sounds like!" Logan continued to stare off in the distance, able to hear Virgil's words but completely unable to process the possible implications. Their face was blank. "He got stuck in the blizzard! I was trying to prevent hypothermia!" He spoke quickly. "I told you the book you got me on basic first aid helped; it said to get him in dry clothes, so I had to get the wet ones off, that's what it said in the book!" Logan blinked. Once.
Ah, yes, that did make sense. They blinked again, and cleared their throat.
"Skzyphx," they mumbled, nodding. Ah, their speech seemed to not be functioning properly. The poor phrasing must have really thrown them to figuratively tie their tongue. Roman gave them an odd look, but Virgil had relaxed and seemed to take their…atypical word as agreement of some sort, and he grabbed the clothes that Roman held out to him.
He gave the two of them one last, long glance, and he left. The two of them were alone. Before Logan could even begin to start feeling the tension in the air, Roman cleared his throat.
"Logan," they braced themselves as they turned to him. "I wanted to apologize to you about what happened before." Logan blinked, and was about to return in kind, although still feeling slightly like they were in the right, but Roman held up a hand, "please allow me to finish." They raised an eyebrow, but settled in to listen. "I admit we had a particularly bad bout of not speaking our intentions, but I definitely have quite a lot of responsibility for that." He inhaled and exhaled. "I would also very much like to apologize for the atrocious way that I acted towards you. I shouldn't have assumed the worst of you," and okay, now Logan felt slightly bad, because although they'd had years of knowing Roman from afar, they had done the same to him, too. "I wanted to ward you off of going near Virgil, because I feared you'd do him harm, when I see clearly now that, in fact, you are a wonderful friend to him and a great boon to his life!"
Okay this was…slightly unexpected. They were expecting a small, general apology, and yet, he was still going. "Heck, due to your gifting him that medical book, you likely saved mine!"
"Oh, well I, it was nothing," they stammered slightly. Clearly their tongue was still affected from before.
"You were around to help him even when I knew him as nothing more than a scary bedtime story! You've been aiding him in times of need and have been there as a loyal companion, bravely shunning the views of all those around you!" They suddenly felt like they were flushed. Clearly this tirade was embarrassing them. "And I am so very sincerely sorry that I doubted you."
"I," Logan cleared their throat again. "Yes, well." They adjusted their glasses. "Apology accepted." Roman grinned easily at them. "In fact, I owe you one as well. I greatly underestimated your ability to possess different ideologies from your family line." Roman's smile became smaller.
"It's not exactly like I made that obvious through the years," he snorted. "You said you live in Bellatovi?" Logan nodded. "I'm sure the times I've been there didn't exactly paint an endearing picture," and he sounded distinctly bitter.
"Well, that's true, but-"
"Logan?" They were glad of the interruption. This whole new side of him that they were seeing was throwing them for a loop.
"Yes?"
"Have you always been like that?" And there were several ways that question could be taken. Still, he had been consistently surprising them all day, so they gave him the benefit of the doubt.
"Like what?" They attempted to not sound too accusatory or overly defensive- yet. But Roman smiled at him, eyes looking into theirs with no trace of mockery.
"So firm in your beliefs to where you don't care what other people may say about you." Ah. He surprised them yet again. "It's a most admirable trait," Roman went on as Logan yet again had to adjust their assessment of him. Clearly they must have been upset at all the mental reorganizing they were doing, they felt what was surely an angry flush rise to their cheeks.
"I suppose I've always been this way, then," they responded. They couldn't recall a time when they hadn't been. It certainly hadn't made them popular growing up.
"My brother is somewhat like that," Roman supplied. "I don't suppose you've seen him often, but he outright mouths off to any and every authority figure he comes across." He smiled, truer this time, "you two might get along, but, well, he's got a little more emphasis on 'annoy and disgust everyone he comes into contact with.'" He laughed. "But still, that ability to speak your mind is inspirational. I aspire towards an unflinching demeanor like yours." Luckily, the water chose that moment to boil, and Logan was saved having to come up with a suitable response.
Virgil came in with the noise of the whistle, phone in hand. He turned the stove off and said his goodbyes to, presumably, Patton. Roman watched him with a slightly odd expression, gaze squinty and intense.
"Yeah, okay. Yeah, I'll see you soon. Okay. Yeah. Alright. Yeah. Yeah. Okay, bye." Yes, definitely Patton, based on how fond his voice was. He looked at Logan and smirked in a knowing manner. "He did the apology-compliment thing to you, too, didn't he."
"Shut up." But Roman interrupted, voicing the reason for his staring.
"You had a phone this whole time and you never told me?!" He put his hands on his hips. Virgil flinched at the outburst, then blinked.
"Oh…uh, yeah." He scratched the back of his head.
"We could have been talking this entire winter, and we weren't?!" Virgil looked to one side.
"Guess I forgot," he mumbled. Logan frowned slightly. Virgil may have been big and intimidating when it came to humans he didn't like, but he was also sensitive, especially in dealing with people. Was he taking this too much to heart? Logan frowned slightly. Perhaps they should intervene. "Sorry, I-"
"No no, none of that," he flapped his hand as though physically waving the apology away, and with it Logan's annoyance about the direction of the conversation, and made a 'give it to me' motion with his hands. "Come on, let's exchange numbers! Let me fill your inbox with my charm."
"Implying that you have any to begin with?" Virgil smirked slightly, and Roman made a scoffing noise, but relented when Virgil did, in fact, set his phone down for him to add his information. Logan walked over to assist him on the giant phone. In truth, it was really only a big tablet, but it worked well enough for giants. Roman seemed to figure it out quickly enough, reaching for the numbers, and Logan was level with the screen as he input his name.
Roman 🤴😘💖
Logan closed off their face. Ugh. Maybe they shouldn't completely change their opinion on him, after all.
"Okay, great," Virgil reached out as Roman saved his contact information, grabbing his phone back. "So I'll just text you so that you have mine-" Virgil's cheeks turned red as he undoubtedly looked at the contact name. "In, in your phone?" His statement turned into a question as his voice briefly cracked.
Logan sighed to themself as Virgil began to take care of the tea after sending off a brief text. Well, they guessed there was nothing for them to be upset about, they thought as Roman's phone made a notification noise. However it was that he decided to put his name into Virgil's phone was no concern of theirs. It seemed unnecessarily flirtatious, but that was fine. It wasn't like they had a claim over who was allowed to flirt with whom. It wasn't like it bothered them, despite having known Virgil for so much longer than he did, despite how close they'd thought they were, despite all the interactions they'd had. Despite all the little…signs that they'd seen, or that they'd thought they'd seen, or they'd hoped they'd seen, despite what they'd seen between him and Patton, so they'd never said anything or done anything or even let themself think anything.
But it was fine. Because they were friends with Virgil. Nothing else besides his friend. And if Roman wanted to put his emojis, then that wasn't for them to have anything to do with in any manner.
They blinked and suddenly saw Roman's phone (based on the size, and the fact that he was holding it) outstretched into their face.
"You too, my Bellatovian buddy," he smiled at them. "I've got to have my lovely local law-repealer at arms in arms' reach!" Logan hesitated only briefly before taking it, and then reached into their pocket to hand him their own phone. After unlocking it, of course. As Virgil set his tea down, they changed phones back, and they saw their new contact.
Roman 🤴🥰💖
They were very glad they hadn't had any of the tea yet, as they're fairly certain they would have spat it out. Well. At least he was consistent.
Virgil placed the mug that Logan kept at Virgil's house for themself in front of them, filled with some of his tea.
"Thank you," they nodded at him.
"No problem," he nodded back as he dipped in a second mug, but Roman couldn't have possibly left a mug here under the circumstances he'd said, and Logan frowned, trying to see what Virgil was using. As he brought it to Roman, they realized.
"Is that the one I crafted?" They were incredulous. "You kept it? After all this time?" Virgil flushed.
"Yeah, well, you know, it was the first thing you made," he mumbled. Logan's own face became hot, clearly the steam of the un-drunk tea hitting their face was causing a reaction. Ah, well, they took a sip in lieu of a response, and noticed the flavor was slightly different than usual. Roman thanked Virgil as well, and when he finished his first sip his eyes went wide and a smile burst onto his face.
"You used lemon!" Roman pointed at Virgil, seeming accusatory, yet in a positive way. They didn't understand that, either. Virgil blushed for some reason, and slyly turned his own cup and saucer towards the two of them. There was, indeed, a slice of lemon on the plate. Roman laughed, and Logan felt that they were quite missing the joke.
"Yeah, yeah," Virgil smirked, trying to downplay his obvious fondness. "Don't get too cocky about it, mister 'let's get lost in the area of the strange giant.'"
"You're just upset that I'm a teaccoutrement genius!" He put a hand on his chest as Logan continued to sip at their tea. "That's tea accoutrement, by the way," he dropped the offended tone briefly, but then it picked back up. "And joke's on you, I don't regret that at all," Roman stuck his tongue out. "Especially since I got to meet you," he crossed his arms as Virgil's blush doubled.
"So," Virgil cleared his throat as he attempted to compose himself. "Patton said he'd do it, so as soon as you're ready, we can go." Roman pouted at him.
"Are you sure you won't reconsider going?" He pleaded, "it won't be the same without you."
"No, trust me, it'll be better off with me not there," though he looked undeniably pleased. "Besides, I'll keep Logan company back here." And now it was Logan's turn to be undeniably pleased, but before they could really think too much on it, Roman's head immediately whipped around towards them.
"But you're coming with us, aren't you?" He had an expression that was more devastated than they'd seen thus far. Even when they'd been flinging insults and limbs at him. They hesitated, thrown off. "We need you there- well, I can't actually speak for anyone else, but- I need you there!" He actually brought up his hands in a pleading position as Logan heated up with what was clearly some form of alarm. "Please, Logan? You've known them for longer, and you're so perfect for sticking up for them," Oh dear, not again. "You're like living proof of what we're trying to prove! And you don't back down, and you know the council, and Patton, and Virgil, and you'd be such an asset to everyone! And‐"
"Alright," they interrupted to prevent more compliments. Just so that they could expedite the conversation. Of course. "You have a point," which he did. "For their sakes, I'll accompany you to the meeting."
"Oh, thank you!" Roman was smiling bright as ever, again. "Thank you, thank you!" He leaned over into their space, but stopped short, and they flinched back only very very slightly, an eyebrow raised. "Sorry, do you mind if I hug you?" Logan pointedly did not look at his eyes (but refused to look at Virgil) which were oddly distracting for some reason. They didn't mind physical contact, so they nodded, and Roman finished leaning in, wrapping his arms tightly around them, despite the strange angle he had. They hesitantly leaned in his way and awkwardly patted him on the back. And, now there seemed to be no excusing it, they were blushing. Roman ended the hug and they went back to their respective positions.
"I'll be an acceptable last minute addition, then?" They shifted slightly as they voiced a concern of theirs.
"Oh, yeah," he waved it off, "the other town heads love me," and there was something off about that statement, but they couldn't put their finger on it. "Oh, I should probably let them know about the change of plans." And he took out his phone and began texting. Logan took another sip of tea. It really was good with the lemon. They all sat in silence for a moment, "Well, I gave you both a bad first impression, I don't want to do that again." Roman put his phone back and picked up his tea.
"So. Tell me about Patton."
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Just a snarky CIA agent being appreHANDed by a curious big ol alien kid, don’t worry he’s gonna be fine.
#g/t#g/t community#giant/tiny#g/t art#my ocs#Titus#Chadwick McCann#also just ignore the fact thag i suck at side profiles
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I missed drawing these guys
#sanders sides#g/t au#virgil sanders#roman sanders#prinxiety#platonic prinxiety#borrower!virgil#fairy!roman#I adore brotherly prinxiety in this au#100% would fight eachother unprompted#100% would literally die for eachother
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I made a post a while back about it being funny to think about everyday people enjoying G/t- Cashiers, accountants, mechanics etc.
But what about the opposite?
What about the marine biologists fantasizing about giant mers?
Some social media influencer just absolutely hooked on G/t fluff?
A professional athlete who just wants to be smol???
Where are my not so everyday people G/t lovers???
#dying at the idea of some celeb with a g/t side blog#please tell me theres at least one high level bodybuilder that wants to be tiny#The instagram model?? totally fantasizing about borrowers#g/t#g/t community#g/t shitpost
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House of oddities
Chapter 1
Ao3
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Patton, a very optimistic borrower, traveled over a day’s journey that led him to this house. It was pretty far from other ones. It seemed normal enough, even if his new human was very loud, and liked to talk to themself. He didn’t mind. There was more than enough supplies here. Besides, he wasn’t too excited at the idea of making another long journey.
Two local ghosts start keeping a secret from their living friend.
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Appearance wise, ghosts take on features that represent how they died. Janus died by a snake bite, and has snake scales over the side of the bite. Virgil, though I’m not telling you his cause of death just yet, has a whispy tail instead of legs.
I hope you enjoy this !!
Something was going on with his human, Patton noted. His human seemed more excited than usual, which normally would make Patton happy. However, as this was a new human, he wasn’t too sure what to expect.
Even the most optimistic borrower would be wary. It could be anything, from a vacation (bad for borrowers as it meant heavy rationing) or a ‘pay rise’ (great- human got more things that could be borrowed).
Of course, those weren’t the only options. As much as Patton loved the idea of pets, he knew that he would have to move if his human had gotten one. Well, depending on the pet. Dogs and cats, as cute as they were, were vicious creatures when faced with a borrower. That could also be an option.
He didn’t want to move only two weeks after finding the perfect walls. He sincerely hoped that whatever had caused his human to be so happy was something good.
He watched his human pace around giddily, like they had just won a giant prize. Perhaps they had. He couldn’t help but smile, despite his hesitation as to what could cause this infectious mood.
His human talked to themself a lot. Patton was sure he’d hear about the source of excitement eventually
He waited for his human to go to sleep before he gathered food supplies. It was routine borrowing for him, but he couldn’t help feeling uneasy about something. The human was still sleeping, he could tell that much, so he didn’t know what was causing this unease
He had been feeling similarly since he’d moved in. It was a different kind of unease than when he was at his last house. That unease was feeling like he was going to be seen, this felt like being watched. Like any borrower would feel, Patton felt very off about this whole thing.
He had checked about a thousand times that there were no cameras, before he had ever even left the walls. He should never have been feeling eyes on him.
He shivered. He didn’t know whether it was the fact that he could still feel someone watching him, or the coldness that seemed to radiate from different parts of the house.
He put all his food in his bag, and started running towards his entrance. This house made him feel more exposed than other houses did. He didn’t understand.
His human was still sleeping, he checked after putting away his supplies. He chalked up this unease to the fact that this was still a new house.
There was nothing wrong. He smiled. He sometimes felt the eyes on him when he was in his home in the walls, which was how he knew he was imagining things. There was only him in the walls. There was nothing else.
No sign of any other life in there, not even a single web (thank whatever was out there that was looking out for him) or rats nests anywhere in the walls. The only living things in the house were him, and his human, and occasionally his human’s friends.
They were loud. Patton didn’t like loud noises, but he liked seeing people happy. He organised his supplies and made sure his nest had enough fabrics. Winter was closing in, he would need more.
The fabric was in his human’s bedroom. They were unlikely to wake up whilst he was borrowing. He quickly grabbed the scraps he needed and ran back to his home.
He was tired. He had borrowed a lot today; all that climbing was tiring. He wrapped up as warmly as he could and closed his eyes. The walls were cold, but he was used to it.
If he felt eyes on him as he fell asleep, he ignored them. He woke up to the sound of his human talking. His human was loud. He took a look at the clock outside the wall.
He’d only been sleeping for a few hours, which was probably why he felt so tired. He yawned, but he knew his human would keep being loud, so he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He didn’t mind. His human would go to work, and then Patton would have the quiet, empty house to himself.
He wished there was another borrower nearby. Maybe he wouldn’t be so tired if he could split responsibility between him and a friend. Maybe he’d be less likely to watch the human so constantly.
He took to wandering whilst he waited for his human to leave. Having been a borrower since birth, he was well aware of the challenges and limitations of his life.
He just wished he could live somewhere where he could control the heating and where he could talk to people. He was always optimistic, however.
He’d probably find enough fabric to make himself a warmer outfit and help make his nest a little warmer.
His human had a ton of scrap fabrics lying around
His human was talking to themself. They always acted as though there was someone else there, even when there wasn’t.
This wasn’t the only human who he’d seen do the same. Humans loved giving into their imaginations and talking to themselves. Patton had the urge sometimes, but there was obviously the chance of being discovered if he gave in to the impulse.
He didn’t dwell on the human’s actions, and just focused on keeping himself busy with walking to prevent himself from crying. He was so tired. His human was getting ready to leave. He walked back home.
The sound of a door made it known that he was able to sleep again now, even though the eyes on him came back as he got back home. He wrapped up as best as he could and settled back in his nest.
He smiled, though he felt watched.
He fell asleep for another few hours.
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Virgil was used to being bored; he was a ghost, there wasn’t much opportunity for him to talk to anyone except the one other ghost of the house, Janus, but they weren’t on the best terms with each other. Not for the past year, anyway.
The past few months had introduced two new living people into his home; Roman, who for some inexplicable reason could see him and Janus, and the newest addition to the house; the tiny person.
They lived in the walls, and scavenged for food or supplies. Virgil watched them a lot. The things they did were dangerous, what would’ve been a mild fall for Virgil would be a fall from tens of feet high for them, and still they climbed it close to daily.
Virgil had never seen anyone like them before. He could tell that they were jumpy, and they didn’t like the idea of people knowing they existed. Virgil never mentioned their existence to the living of the house.
He knew that Janus knew they were there as well. He’d caught Janus watching them more than a few times, but, with as skilled as Virgil and Janus were at avoiding each other, one of them would quickly leave the room to go back to their own.
Perhaps a little bit of hissing between them as the other left, but that was private business. Roman had since stopped trying to make them friends.
Virgil floated around the house, waiting for Roman to wake up. The little guy was sleeping.
Virgil couldn’t feel the cold, but he noticed the shivering and the extra fabric the little guy had been taking. He needed to convince Roman to turn the heating up. Someone that small was bound the feel the cold a lot more than someone human-sized.
Virgil heard when Roman woke up, because, what seemed like immediately, he heard Janus talking to him.
He scowled. Janus just had to ruin everything, didn’t he? He crossed his arms. Did they have to be so loud? He checked on the tiny scavenger
They were sat up, rubbing their eyes with their clearly makeshift glasses still next to their little nest. He frowned, face still through the wall.
Poor thing. Everything must be louder to them. Virgil took his head out of the wall tunnels and started to wait for Janus and Roman to stop talking, so he could talk about his (undoubtedly more important) problem to the person who could help.
Janus talked to Roman the entire time, until the human had left the house. Virgil’s scowl deepened.
He flew over to Janus
“What if I had wanted to talk to him?”
“I’d have no way of knowing that, dearest friend, because you don’t ever talk to me,” he said, scales shifting with Janus’s grin
“Well, my thing was important, and you’ve ruined it,” he hissed out, starting to float away
“Aw, important, was it? Needed another song added to the playlist he made for you? Or, perhaps your little nightlights ran out of battery?” Janus’s mocking voice echoed in his ears, and hell if he wasn’t able to push all of Virgil’s buttons. He wanted to slap that mocking pout straight off of his face
“First of all, they’re fairy lights, not nightlights, but I suppose that, being the baby you are, you’ve probably only ever heard of a nightlight. Second, my thing was actually important. I needed to convince Roman to turn the heating up,”
Janus raised his eyebrow
“Oh, my. I didn’t know that you had suddenly developed an aversion to the cold, that, might I remind you, you can’t feel ,”
“It’s not for me, you-” he took a deep breath that was entirely useless, “It’s for the little guy in the walls and, not that I expect you to care, considering you care for nothing but yourself, but they’ve been shivering non stop lately,”
Janus’s face had a brief moment where the mask fell, before coming back, and he looked down at his nails, which were covered by his gloves
“It’s too bad that you’d never be able to convince Roman. You wouldn’t be able to convince someone that ghosts were real, even if they were looking right at you,”
Virgil glared, clenching his fist
“Well, you do it then, if you’re so good at being convincing,” he snarled out, only for Janus to smile
“Gladly, thank you kindly for the offer,”
Virgil left with clenched fists and the thought that if he could, he’d’ve slammed the door shut.
He hated Janus so bad, he might as well have been in Hell rather than his house.
He floated down to the basement, his room, the only room in the house that Janus could not follow. Janus had never seen the basement as part of the house, and therefore when he died, he was restricted from it.
When Virgil had lived there, he’d chosen the basement to be his bedroom, so, when he died, he was able to go through there and the rest of the house.
Virgil floated above his bed and listened to the playlist that was constantly on loop in his room. He would actually need more songs on it, but he would never admit that in front of Janus.
He scowled, thinking about the snake of a ghost that occupied the upper house. Virgil wished he could kill him a second time.
It was hours later that Roman got home, and once again Janus whisked him away in conversation before Virgil could even greet him
Luckily, however, Janus seemed to be proposing that the heating be turned up. Virgil admitted reluctantly that Janus’ ability to convince people of things was impressive, no matter how much he hated it.
He left his room once he heard Janus and Roman finish their conversation
“Do you have to talk to him so much?” He asked, a sneer on his face
Roman didn’t even look at him before responding
“We’ve gone through this, Virgil. I am friends with both you and Janus. I can’t just not have conversations with one of you to please the other”
Virgil crossed his arms
“Alright, fine. How was your rehearsal?”
Roman went into a long rant about how they’d obviously chosen the lead correctly, as it was him, but that one of his cast mates had been making snide remarks all day, which obviously couldn’t happen
“Alright, I get it, you’re dramatic,” he rolled his eyes
Roman turned to stare at him
“And you’re not? Last week you told me you were going to stay in the basement forever so you would never have to see Janus again!”
Virgil looked away and muttered that he was not being dramatic and never having to see Janus again was the kind of happiness that required no extra dramatics.
“Yeah, okay, so why did you come back up, if you weren’t being over-dramatic when you said that?”
Virgil left the room, totally not dramatically, and checked on the little guy. They were organising things, probably supplies.
They didn’t look as tired anymore. Virgil went back down to his room. He obviously couldn’t let Roman know about the little guy.
Roman was… very excitable. The little guy seemed very skittish, and they seemed to avoid loud noises. It would be best to keep Roman in the dark about this.
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Hi hello today is a very VERY important day and that's because
It's @territorial-utopia and I's Five Year Anniversary!!!!!
I've known and loved this fantastic human for five years and it feels insane to me- So much has happened in that time span and with my darling by my side, well, they make all the struggles worth fighting through.
I can't wait to see them in person again, and someday, always see them in person 💖💖💖
But! Here's to another five years of all the love, laughter, tears, and fun little stories we make together/for each other!!
I love you Terri!!!
#my art#digital art#g/t#giant tiny#shop#terri#sd#HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABE!!!#also for those wondering:#SD is a comfort oc I lovingly share with Terri#so much so that he wouldn't be half the man he is as you know him if it weren't for them#but the real star of the show is my darling dearest Terri#they are an incredible person#incredible artist#just#they work so hard and put their all into everything#and i feel so proud of everything they've accomplished so far#and i feel so honored that Ive been able to be at their side to love and to cheer on#and no matter what storms may brew#i ain't going anywhere#love you Terri 💋
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