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stanlees-stuff · 7 months
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"Cc we're sorry, just .... please don't be scared, I promise we won't hurt you..."
based on @kix-mm's story here
DAMM, I never knew I needed gt throuples in my life till now!! decided to draw one of the scenes in the story. AAAH THE STORY WAS SO GOOD!! The amount of love they have for each other is just so fricking sweet!! and how much you can tell A and B cherish C and want them in their lives
anyways kix is a really good writer, bye >:]
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kix-mm · 7 months
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Whatever happens... A, B, and C
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"Hey C? Buddy? How're you doing in there? Are you ready to come out yet?"
Their question was met with a cold silence, but B could do nothing about the unpleasant response. It was meant to still be a secret between B and A, with the idea being that once they had reached their third month's anniversary of their relationship that they would tell C. But the surprise came a little too early.
A bent down. "Have they still not come out yet? It's been an hour..." They spoke in a soft and hopeless tone, which was conflicting with their usual upbeat personality.
"No..." B replies while eying the bathroom door. "I just hope they'll be okay... what if they don't like us anymore after this? I don't want to lose them. This is exactly what we were trying to prevent..." he says while silently acknowledging the irony of this whole situation.
B knocks on the little door again. "C? Please come out...". "N-no!..." came a soft squeak, which very briefly settled B and A's worry that their partner had somehow managed to escape through the window. They knew it would actually be impossible for C, but the fear was still there, C had a tendency to accomplish the impossible, such as dating two people who were secretly giants.
The two shared a look of grief, and A could see how B's mind was tumbling: "What if they break up with us? W-what if they leave us?" B asked with a choked voice. "Then we let them... it's not right to hold someone hostage. That would definitely make us monsters. C is already so overwhelmed..." A spoke with pain in their heart. At first, A wanted to pry the door open and get ahold of C, but now that they've thought things through it would most likely never go well.
"I miss them..." B hugged themselves tighter. "I miss them so much, and they're right here. They're so close, and we're losing them A... what do we do..?" A sighs "I don't know..."
Hours continued to fly by till the early morning, around 4. C finally decided to have a peek outside the bathroom to investigate the silence. They almost yelped when he saw how close the two were to the door, A was snuggled up to B, they both looked exhausted. To C, this was a relief. This was their chance to get the hell out of here... C grabbed their keys and bag off the counter and quietly made their way to the door. They took their time to observe their home for a final time and made some connections, such as why the ceiling was so high and why the two always had a glimmer in their eyes whenever they saw each other... C always thought it was because they were in love, which may have been the case, but also because the two shared a deep secret with one another... one that they never deemed necessary to tell C despite being their partner. Maybe C's insecure thoughts were right about them being nothing more than a third wheel.
Suddenly, he noticed B's eyes flicker open. In a panic, C rushes to the door, his steps waking the both of them. He pulled on the door and... nothing. It didn't budge, he tried again, then he tried pushing, nothing. Finally, he looked up from the handle and saw A's hand pressed against the top. Fear struck his already broken heart as he felt it sink to his stomach. He spun back towards the bathroom to see that his safe haven had been blocked off by B.
C looked up at the two with frantic eyes, unable to get his legs to move. He had no real other pace to hide as their layout was rather open. B gently reached to make contact with C, but C jolted away as if B's fingers were knives. "D-Don't touch me!" C hated how the fear rang in his voice, how he stammered in front of them. C never was one to speak up for himself. He was the timid and soft-spoken one of the three.
B and A kept their distance, looking down at C with pleading eyes, please C please don't go. Let us explain, let us hold you, show you that we would never hurt you.
But their silent pleading fell on deaf ears. C stared at the two with blurry eyes, tears obscuring his vision. "Let me go." he rests his hand on the handle, looking at A. Please let me get out of here.
A & B share a look before returning their eyes to C. "Let us first explain ourselves... please Cc?" B pleaded with an all too familiar nickname that made C feel uneasy hearing at the moment.
C's legs were ready to make a run for it as soon as either one made an attempt to grab him again, he was particularly eying B for that distinct twitch they'd show when they lost their patience. This would be C's only chance to speak their mind before something were to happen to them. "I... no, I've heard enough, I've... I've seen enough. I don't know why you'd keep such a big secret from me for so long! I'm not a stranger. We've known each other for years! And not once was I ever considered your equal! I-I'm just that easy to get forget about, aren't I? The small third party! Quick and easy to get rid of!" C's breathing quickened, and his blood boiled, yet he still kept his voice lowered. Regret began to almost instantly set in after he was done talking back at the two in such a tone, he swore that the two were now staring right through him. How dare he speak to them that way, how dare he try to question their decisions when he was so disposable to them?
Instead, A let out a very pitiful sniffle, a gate of tears rolled down their cheeks. "We're sorry, we're so, so sorry... we really messed up this whole plan." they say while trying to wipe all those messy tears off. Wanting nothing more than to be given a second chance to try and be better at how they handled the situation. They wanted to explain how scared they were of C's reaction and how they knew he would be scared if they had revealed this secret any sooner.
B held A's hand before looking at C. "C... no, no C, you're not! Don't say that! Please get that out of your head it was never meant to get so out of hand. We swear we would have told you a-and it was supposed to be a whole setup and everything!" Slowly B moved their hand closer to C. C hadn't even noticed B's hand. they were too occupied by their heart ringing in their ears and the sight of A sobbing in B's arms. Even B looked completely heartbroken.
When C suddenly felt B's hand wrap around his waist and legs, he began to frantically squirm, watching and attempting to push away any enclosing fingers that hugged his body. "n-no stop! Stop!!" C yelped. "I-it's okay! It's okay, I won't drop you, I promise you C..." B spoke with a gentle yet strained voice, trying to hide the pump in his throat as he felt his panicked lover squirm and scratch. Wincing a little as he felt warm tears drip down his fingers.
A quickly wiped his tears and let B open their hand. The two had talked for hours about what it would be like to hold C in their hands, how they wanted C to take naps, demand being held, how soft he would feel... this would probably not be the case anymore... "Cc..." A spoke softly. B looked at C. "I'm sorry I... I just wanted to be near you. Please don't be scared, A and I... we were trying to prevent this reaction, but it just happened. A-and now everything seems forced and-and the timing is terrible and we're scared we're going to lose you! We don't want to lose you C. Please, please believe us, we promise there's nothing else to hide from you, we will tell you everything... let us prove it to you... we will do anything to make up for this mess."
C was a shivering mess. They looked at both lovers like they were predators despite the duo's best attempts to calm him, giving gentle rubs and holding him against their chest. Talking to him with a soft and sweet voice that tried to reassure him that he was safe and that they would never hurt him while also repeatedly apologizing. This continued till the sun rose, and C finally passed out on B's chest.
The two laid him in bed, their poor C was exhausted, their cheeks stained with tear marks and their eyes were puffy, their body never stopped shivering and every now and then they'd jolt and mumble incoherently. The two looked at each other with equally stained cheeks and puffy eyes. They decided it would be best for them to shrink down to the size C was familiar with. B held C's hand and gently kissed their forehead while A kissed C's cheek and snuggled up to spoon him. The 3 got cuddled up together and fell into a deep sleep... hopefully, when C woke up, they'd be more willing to talk. But they couldn't be certain. All they could really focus on was that C was in their arms, and hopefully, after some time, they'd be able to sleep together without fear.
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gtbutterfly · 19 days
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hide - gt one shot
hey, so I tried writing a one shot in an hour. I want to write more one shots like this in the future, so feel free to let me know whet you think of this one and what I can improve. criticism is appreciated.
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It had just begun and I was already out of breath. We were frantically running around looking for places to hide. We were in a forest during early fall on a cool night, all the leaves were on the ground, crunching under our feet. I ended up hiding in a bush, next to a friend of mine. I didn’t know where anyone else hid. It was dark outside, so no matter where, it should have been hard to find them, at least, for most humans. Soon, almost thirty seconds had passed. We couldn’t quite hear the footsteps in the distance, but we could feel them in the ground.  The vibrations were like feeling the face of the drum when it’s hit. They buzzed through our bones as the source of them got closer. Soon, we could hear the creature's footsteps thumping as they hit the ground. My friend was nervous, he had his hands over his mouth to cover the sound of his heavy breathing, which didn’t work very well. His breathing got louder and faster as we heard a scream in the distance. It just claimed its first victim. Then, the vibrations and footsteps got closer and closer. I could barely see the outline of the creature, standing as tall as the trees, their eyes scanning the ground and glimmering in the moonlight. I ran. I started sprinting as fast as I could from the bush, not wanting my partner's breathing to give me away. 
“Hey!” he yelled at me, shocked at my fleeing. I heard them scream as they were caught moments later, but I didn’t dare look back to witness their fate; I kept running and running, trying to distance myself from the large being.
I kept running until I got to a ditch in the ground. I got down on my stomach to hide from the entity that was chasing me. As I looked up from where I was at the naked trees above me. Someone else was hiding in them, sitting on a thick branch and clinging to the trunk. My guess is that they thought since the creature would be looking on the ground, it would be smart to hide up high. Unfortunately for them, it followed the direction I ran in. The white highlights of its eyes were visible from the dozens of yards away where they were standing, and glaring straight at the person in the tree with no emotion at all. The person in the tree panicked as it started to move towards them. They tried to climb down so they could run, going down branch from branch, but they grabbed one that was too weak to hold them. They let out a blood-curdling scream as they fell. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see them hit the ground, but they never did. I never heard the sound of bones cracking, or they’re body hitting the ground, or their groans of pain. I opened my eyes. The creature caught her. She was in their hand, shaking but unhurt, as it looked down at her. I quietly got up and started running again the the creature was preoccupied. I counted the number of victims that the entity had claimed. The only people left were me, and some other person. I happened to run into them while sprinting through the forest. After we both processed the pain of the impact, they whispered.
“What are you doing here? This is my hiding spot,” They asked,
“I’m trying to avoid them, we’re the only two left,” I whispered back,
“Well go somewhere else,” they said, “I don’t need you attracting them to me,” Just then, the entity was heard stepping towards us. I looked behind me to see it smiling, practically a couple of steps away from us with its size. “Damnit!”
We both started running as fast as we could, the creature basically seconds away from grabbing us off the ground. Unfortunately, the person I was running aside from had always been a faster runner than me, and I had been running this whole time, so I was already tired. It looked like I was a goner, about to be snatched up by the creature at any second. But then, the other person tripped on the root of a tree. I immediately passed them and heard their yelling from behind me as they were picked up by the entity. I was the last survivor. The winner. All I had to do was get home-
THUD! “Owww!”
I rolled my foot on a rock and fell to the ground. I skinned my arms trying to stop myself from falling. Slowly, the entity stood over me. I started breathing heavily as its white eyes glared at me from above. My arms ached in pain as I held them. It got on its knees, staring at me with its large eyes. It opened its mouth…
“Oh my goodness, are you ok? Your arms look like they need to be bandaged,” the giant said, looking worriedly at me. They helped me up with their index finger. 
 “I fine, big guy, just some scraps,” I said, dusting myself off. “That was a pretty good game. You really good at hide and seek,”
“I didn’t go too far again, did I” they asked, embarrassed,
“Of course not, you did great,” I said. Then, there was a muffled voice coming from the giant’s pocket;
“Hey, is the game over? Can we come out?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry, of course,” The giant pulled their “victims” out of their pocket and gently placed them on the ground with his palm. 
“Bro, why did you run away like that at the bush?” The person I was hiding with earlier asked me.
“Your breathing gave us away,” I said,
“Would you have done that if we were really being chased by a giant monster?” he asked,
“Well, probably if I'm being honest.”
“Scew you,” He said, turning away from me. The girl that fell out of the tree looked up at the giant.
“Thanks for catching me back there, I’m not good with climbing trees,” She said,
“No problem, anytime,” the giant said, smiling at her. The last person besides me to get caught scoffed,
“Why do you always have to be it when we play games like this?” They asked the giant. “Uh, because I’d be really easy to find?” the giant shrugged,
“Fine, let's go again, and have you be one of the hiders this time, just to make sure.” they crossed their arms.
“Nah, it's getting late, let's go home.” one of my friends said. 
“Yeah,” said someone else.
“Need me to carry you guys?” the giant asked us. We all nodded. So they picked us all up again, and we went home.
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gtzel · 4 days
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Pazu got pissed frfr
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(The oc is @afraidparade ‘s)
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smoll-stace · 1 year
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I’ve been playing among us alot (to the point i see the report button when i closed my eyes) XD anyways sorry i haven’t been posting lol 
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kennyscarvern · 3 months
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Random characters I might develop more lol
(This is sfw vore if your a NSFW vore account please don’t interact )
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willow-and-morel · 1 month
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mor 008 and jaz
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kendsleyauthor · 6 months
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🍂 Sanctuary + Mirror + Puzzle 🍂
Promptober 2023
Print / Trinket Universe (Kylian and Bluebell)
~1400 words
Warning: Dehumanization
Introducing new characters! Kylian is a rich, eccentric artist. Bluebell is a print who is unfortunate enough to catch his full attention 💙
@marydublinauthor 🌸
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Kylian hadn’t created anything in weeks. He didn’t bother lamenting this issue in his social circle. They would simply click their tongues and remind him that he could continue living in luxury for the rest of his life without having another single creative idea.
They didn’t understand what it meant to have an overwhelming hunger to shape something—anything—and to come up empty day after day. As an artist who utilized numerous mediums, from traditional art to more complex pieces like puzzles—something should have been calling to him.
He wasn’t particularly personable at the best of times, but when inspiration was elusive, he could go months without being spotted in public.
His woodworking studio took up one corner of the ground floor. Ample light bathed his work surfaces—all of which were crowded and cluttered with half-formed pieces. 
Cursing under his breath, he snapped a delicate piece of wood between his hands while the saw continued to buzz maniacally. It had started off fine. Intarsia was careful work, and though his technique was flawless, the outline of the owl he had envisioned was not turning out like he’d imagined.
As he switched off the saw, he caught the sound of the front door opening. His jaw clenched as he heard the housekeeper greet the cleaning service workers. 
Not for the first time, he briefly considered the idea of setting up a studio separate from his home. Money wasn’t an issue. He simply preferred to avoid venturing to a different location to create his art when he could do it from the comfort of his home. 
And that meant, twice a week, dealing with outsiders in his space. Two humans, and five prints. So long as they stayed out of his way, he wouldn’t have to snap at them, let alone look at them. They understood the protocol by now.
After another half hour of splintered attempts at a woodworking project, Kylian decided to vacate the studio before he destroyed one of the saws. Perhaps looking through some old sketchbooks would provide some inspiration. 
Along the way to one of his messier studios on the second floor, he caught glimpses of movement. A normal person down the hall. Two prints dusting meticulously at one of the bookshelves. None of them dared to greet him, and he didn’t acknowledge their presence. Ghosts were meant to be invisible, after all.
“If you refuse to date, you should at least get yourself a Mercy print,” one of his colleagues had crooned a few months ago. “You could use the company. Let yourself have a little fun, for fuck’s sake.”
He didn’t have a Mercy print for the same reason that he never hosted social functions at his own home. The thought of having to entertain or be entertained by someone beneath him was entirely unappealing. He couldn’t understand why anyone would subject themselves to it. 
The sanctuaries of his studios were more than enough to keep him satisfied—even when inspiration was out of reach.
As he approached the studio where he stored most of his old sketchbooks, he came to a halt in the middle of the corridor. 
The door was partly opened. On its own, that wouldn’t have normally gotten under his skin. Perhaps he carelessly forgot to shut it after his last visit. But he’d enjoyed his solitude enough to sense when he wasn’t alone—and he was certain that goosebumps were rising along his arms for a reason.
Taking silent steps, he approached the door and peered inside. Light filtered through the sheer curtains across the wide window. Every bit of illumination seemed to concentrate on the slight movement in the studio.
Kylian held his breath, narrowing his eyes.
A print was on his desk, admiring herself in the mirror that he occasionally used for self-portraits. She was so absorbed in her reflection, she didn’t even notice him in the doorway.
Disgust roiled through him, culminating in a silent rage.
The cleaning crew knew to stay out of his studios. Under no circumstances were they to touch any of his work. 
But he didn’t recognize this print—there was no way he could forget someone who looked like her. So she was new. Either someone had been negligent in warning her about his strict preferences, or she was a self-absorbed airhead who couldn’t resist a mirror even when she was knowingly trespassing.
Kylian nearly shouted for her to get the fuck out of there—perhaps he’d startle her enough to make her fall and break her neck. But he was taken aback by her odd appearance as she fixed her hair in the mirror. 
Bronze skin caught the muted light perfectly, as though the sun was hellbent on caressing her. Her inky black locks were pulled into a high ponytail with different shades of blue yarn, the ends of which cascaded among the waves of her hair.
Strangely, she was wearing a dress. It appeared to be stitched from many different worn-out and frayed fabrics—also blue, blue blue.
There was something about her. A sort of aura that he’d never witnessed in a print before.
She dropped her hands from her hair, satisfied with the way it fell, and took hold of the sides of her skirt. Swaying side to side, she took delicate steps, flouncing to music that Kylian couldn’t hear. She was performing a subdued version of a dance. Her full lips, touched by a faint flush of color, parted with a wordless melody.
“La la-la, la-la.”
The same tune, over and over. Her dance became more daring, her feet tracing a fluid path in front of the mirror. Then she began to twirl, eyes closed, arms raising slowly over her head.
Kylian gaped. She was out of her mind. He began to wonder if she wasn’t from the cleaning crew at all—she might have wandered in off the streets. But he couldn’t stop staring, slack-jawed.
Her eyes fluttered open as she was making a final turn. Her gentle song broke off in a shriek when she spotted him. She came to such an abrupt stop, she might have sprained her ankle as she lost her footing and fell to a hard seat. The print gasped, swiftly covering her mouth as though to belatedly take back her scream.
“Mr. Hart!” She scrambled to stand and lowered her head in a bow. “I-I’m so sorry. Ever so sorry.”
Her accent was strange, almost as if she’d stepped out of a Western film. He could barely believe the twang in her voice was real—let alone believe that she was real. He didn’t say a thing as she apologized over and over. There wasn’t a single string of words that could encapsulate a response to the bizarre scene he’d witnessed.
The print snatched up her dusting rag and climbed down the table leg expertly. The skittering movement vaguely reminded him of a rat, and he began to surface back to himself. Still, he kept silent.
Her cheeks were flushed as she made her way to the door—and inadvertently, toward him. Her mismatched dress fluttered like flower petals in the wind as she skirted around him carefully, like he might decide to step on her for her insolence.
She’d almost made it to the hallway when he venomously snapped, “What’s your name?”
Her blushing face paled. “Bluebell, sir.” She gave an eccentric little curtsy with her ragged skirts, then hurried off.
Kylian pointedly shut the door behind him, hoping she’d feel the vibration of it. He took a seat at his desk, noting the tiny footprints in the dust and pencil shavings near the mirror.
Bluebell.
What a stupid name. It made her sound like a trinket. She had to have grown up feral, out in the wilderness where prints only knew how to name their children after plants. Strange that she wouldn’t have adopted a normal name now that she was existing in her proper station in life.
Then again, she was clearly inadequate at the job that her proper station in life afforded her.
Her strangeness seemed exponential.
And he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
He grabbed a sketchbook and flipped through it. Finding it full, he tossed it aside. He repeated the procedure five times before he found a blank page. He picked up a charcoal pencil and began drawing for the first time in weeks.
He gazed at his creation silently, equal measures disgusted with himself and enthralled.
Then he reached for every shade of blue brush pen within reach.
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fae-of-the-forest01 · 3 months
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Beanstalk Chapter Six
Chapter 5
Chapter Six
 Ginormous blades of grass smacked against her stomach with each step she took. It was getting really rather annoying. Rory had been walking for hours like this, her journey taking even longer due to having to wrestle the grass out of the way and because she had to stick to places that didn’t expose her.
Finally, Rory burst out of the grass and onto a well-trodden path that looked like it led out of the main part of the village. Walls of grass rose up on either side of the path, and the openness of the dirt path didn’t seem very safe, but at this point, she didn’t care.
She was too exhausted to care.
She hissed as she paused to touch her forearms where the blades of grass had sliced her skin. Small beads of blood welled, and she moved back to the side of the path to slip her bag off her shoulder and drop it onto the ground. She grabbed her first aid kit to dab at the wounds. Getting cut by grass had not been on her list of things she thought she’d have to worry about in the grand scheme of things. But here she was, wounded from grass. She assumed regular grass would’ve been fine, but what she’d just waded through was a kind of stringy, weedy, sharp grass. Of course.
 Being ridiculously small in a giant world sucked.
 Rory worked on wrapping both arms with her gauze and white bandage wrap. Giants might not be able to smell human blood from miles away like the fairytales said, but any other creature might. She shuddered to think how she’d manage fighting off a giant rat – it would be wolf-size to her.
The wraps would also keep her better protected. She should have worn her arm leathers for this adventure, but climbing up the beanstalk in those would’ve rubbed sores on her arms. She fished back in her back for her bandage tape and tore a piece off with her mouth. She didn’t really even know where she was going. She just assumed she’d find another hut on the other side of town by the edge of their world, where someone could throw over and grow another beanstalk. But if she was going to have to bandage herself up every time she waded through grass… This was going to take forever.
Why did she insist on parting ways with Dave?
“Because he didn’t even want anything to do with you,” she muttered in reply to herself as she slapped the piece of tape onto her arm to secure her wrap job. “He has better things to do than carry a human around, much less a Jack.”
When she had been standing under the table after eating the sandwich he’d gotten for her, she’d almost agreed to his offer of help. But she’d always done her missions alone. Besides, she’d imposed on his time enough.
Rory tore off another strip of tape and pressed it onto the other arm’s bandage before pausing to survey her work. It would work well enough. She was outside of town now and just needed to be on the lookout for another home, but if she couldn’t find anything by nightfall, she could make another camp somewhere safe looking.
The sun hung low and heavy in the sky, but she felt a little chilly from the slight breeze. She hadn’t realized how much warmth Dave emitted until she was away from him. Even when she’d just been standing next to him on the table, his presence warmed her. Her cheeks flushed a little at the memory of him looking down at her with his complete, undivided attention while she ranted.
She’d been so overwhelmed by him, and still was, but the fear was fading. It seemed as though he really tried to take her anxieties into account by moving so carefully around her. It had to be difficult to be conscious of your every movement like that, but she’d appreciated it. Dave was just so… kind.
She packed her bandage supplies, slinging her bag over her shoulder before starting to walk again, brushing away thoughts of how softly he’d lowered her onto the grass, like she was precious cargo. Rory couldn’t remember the last time anyone showed any kind of gentle attention like that – she’d grown up being taught to toughen up if she wanted to get anywhere in life. That’s how she made it be one of the first female Jacks of the Queen’s highly trained heroes.
But maybe it was because Dave was more of a scholar than a fighter. She’d seen many men and woman like him in her world, wearing nicely pressed sweaters and carrying books on their way to university. She didn’t have the patience or attention span to sit inside all day, so she did what she did best, and fought for a place at the Queen’s court with perfect swordsmanship.
If Dave had been human and she ran into him on the street, she probably would’ve felt too self-conscious to even approach him. They’d be in different worlds. Yes, he worked in agriculture, but he did it with a scientific approach to save the world, one fast-growing beanstalk at a time. Rory mostly just hit things with her fists or swords and celebrated her victories with late nights in local taverns, then did it all over again the next day in a new town.
Rory wiped her hair back from her forehead and adjusted her pack’s straps, her whole body aching. The sun hung even lower in the sky now. She was running out of time to make a camp before dark, but something pushed her to keep walking despite the aching pain in her feet.
There – up ahead – the path split into two. The second, branching stone path turned into an open area. It was far enough out of town to be up against the edge of the world, much like Dave’s cottage was on the other end, but Rory wasn’t tall enough to see over the grass to get a look at what lay ahead.
She chewed her lip in thought, stretching onto her aching tippy toes to try to see if there was a house at the end of the path, but a small hill bumped up just enough to block her view. She only had a hunch to go on. But she’d been in the Jack business long enough to know how important a hunch was.
Steeling herself, Rory began her cautious walk down the path, keeping to the edge near all the accursed grass, ducking under the curved blades and pushing them away.
By the time she made it to the end of the path, she was exhausted, and the late evening sun cast long shadows to swallow her up. But her hunch had been right – a small building lay ahead. The windows were lit from within by flickering candlelight or from a fireplace. Rory squinted her eyes to try to get a good look at it as it loomed overhead the closer she got. She guessed it was a little cottage, but it wasn’t as picturesque as Dave’s had been. This one looked like it’d been abandoned for awhile before recently being risen from the dead.
Adjusting her bag more securely to her back, Rory climbed onto the still sun-warmed stone step by the front door and began to look for a way inside.
Slipping through a crack by the door, Rory felt even more like a mouse, creeping in to intrude on her second house in the giant world. This time, she didn’t let herself get overwhelmed by how the entire home opened before her in a giant expanse of wooden furniture, or by how small she felt from how they tall everything loomed above.
Keeping to the shadows, Rory scurried beneath the cabinets, trying to assess her environment. What if this wasn’t even what she was looking for? How could she find one tiny human girl in such a huge world anyway? This could be some random house, with nice giants minding their own business, and she was down here judging them. Or she could get caught again. Rory grimaced at that thought.
But movement on top of the counters caught her eye. She slowed to a stop and pressed herself back against the cabinets, waiting to see what had grabbed her attention.
Movement again. Something small. Holding back a sigh, Rory felt a rush of déjà vu as she turned to climb the counters. The house was quiet, other than the cracking of the fireplace in the other room, so she might have enough time to get up to the counter before anyone came in to find her exposed like this. Her arms ached the moment she started climbing, but she pushed through, gritting her teeth.
Once she blessedly reached the top, Rory flung herself over and rolled over onto her back to take a breather. She normally wasn’t this exhausted, but the last few days had been physically exhausting as well as emotionally. She hadn’t recovered from the never-ending beanstalk climb, or the first run-in tussle with Dave. Her ribs still ached a little from his initial grip on her when she’d been running away.
She took a deep breath, then let it out, trying to work up the energy to move. She definitely didn’t want to be found laying out in the open like this. Her bag scraped against her back as she rolled over and forced herself to shakily get to a stand. She frowned at her wobblily state – she must’ve been more exhausted than she’d thought.
But all thoughts of pain and weariness rushed from her when she looked up and found a jar across from her, pushed up against the back of the counter. Her mouth gaped, and she forgot to breathe again. A small form lay curled inside, her clothes rumpled, and hair mussed and wild around her face. She’d been curled up, hugging her legs with her head resting on her knees, but when she heard Rory approach, her head shot up and she stared at her with wide eyes.
It was a little girl. A human girl. The little human girl.
“Ohmygods,” Rory breathed, staring back. No way. She found her – and she was alive!
Remembering herself, Rory rushed forward, and the little girl rushed to meet her, stopping at the glass barrier between them. The girl just seemed so happy to see someone her own size she didn’t care who Rory was.
“You’re okay!” Rory assured her with a hushed voice, already trying to size up the jar.
“Please help me!” the little girl exclaimed, a little too loud for Rory’s liking. Tears began to well in the girl’s eyes as she looked up at Rory. She couldn’t be more than seven years old. Her black hair hung long down her back and freckles dotted her nose.
“I will,” Rory promised, and it burned her tongue as she spoke it. How could she hope to get the girl out, when she couldn’t even rescue herself when she’d been caught inside one? “I’m a Jack. Your parents hired me to get you back home safely, and I’m going to do just that. What’s your name?”
The girl sniffled, wiping her nose with the arm of her sleeve. “Maeve.”
“Maeve. What a pretty name,” Rory’s light tone sounded fake even to her ears, but it seemed to help the girl from crying more. “You’re so brave Maeve. I bet you can help me help you. Do you know who took you? Do you think they’ll be coming back soon?”
Maeve’s little lip stuck out as she thought. “A man. Then a monster. The monster helped take us all.”
Rory’s eyebrows pinched into a frown. “’Us’?”
She peered around Maeve’s glass, realizing in her shock of finding the girl she hadn’t taken in the rest of the counter. Ice flooded her veins. There were at least a dozen other jars lined up against the wall.
Every single one of them held a human captive inside.
She unstuck her tongue from the roof of her suddenly dry mouth, forcing herself to speak as she turned back to Maeve. Her hands shook at her sides and her whole body felt weak. “…Maeve. Do you know if there are any other humans somewhere else?”
“No, I think the monster likes to keep us all here.”
Nodding her head, Rory tried to keep her voice from quivering. “Good. Do you know when he’s coming back?”
Shrinking into herself a little, Maeve shook her head, eyes filling with tears again. “Please help me. Help us!”
“Please!” Another person’s voice filtered out of the air holes punctured at the top of the glass jar’s lid. Rory turned to look back to find a woman, only a little older than her, pressing her hands against the glass. “I have a family to get home to!”
“Help! Before he comes! You have to get us out of here!” Another voice called, louder and desperate – an older man banged his fist against the glass. More voices rose, until all the people inside the jars stirred and began talking all at once, begging and pleading for Rory to save them all.
The ice that flooded through her suddenly burned hot with panic and anxiety. How could she get them all out? How much time did she have? She was only sent to find the girl, but she couldn’t just walk away from everyone else, to leave them to be defenseless against a giant whose intentions looked grim. Why was he collecting all these people? How did he get to their world to do this without causing more of an alarm? Surely townsfolk would notice a huge giant roaming around the countryside, grabbing anyone he could get his huge, meaty hands on.
Rory swallowed hard. She needed to jump into action. She didn’t have her sword, but she did have a grappling hook she’d used to help her climb the beanstalk. She’d almost forgotten about it at the bottom of her bag. When she’d been caught inside her own jar, the older giant was always watching her, keeping her from being able to use it to try to escape herself.
 Thinking quickly, Rory slung her bag down and rifled through it again, until her fingers brushed against the cool metal of the climbing hook. She left her bag and rushed over to Maeve’s jar, throwing a glance over her shoulder to make sure the old storage-looking room still remained abandoned.
“I’m going to try to break through the glass, okay Maeve?” Rory said soothingly as she swiped loose pieces of bangs away from her face, eyeing the glass jar critically to find a weak point. “Step away as far as you can and cover your face. Can you do that for me?”
The little girl nodded fervently, backing up to crouch down and throw her arms over her face. Rory knew the glass would be difficult to break, but she had to try. She had no idea how else she could try to get them out. Pushing the jars over and rolling them off the edge to smash apart would be disastrous, and she didn’t have the strength or arm span to twist open the tightly sealed jars – even if she could find a way to climb up to the top.
Taking a steadying breath, Rory lunged forward and stabbed at the jar. The first hit splintered the glass like cobwebs but didn’t do much damage. Rory pulled back and slammed the metal hook back into the same spot. The cobwebs grew. This was going to take too long. Rory growled in frustration and hit it a third time – the glass splintered deeper! A few more hits and maybe – !
A heavy door slammed on the other side of the house.
The ground quivered beneath Rory’s feet.
‘Oh no. Not again. Not now,’ Rory pleaded in her thoughts, every flight or fight reflex screaming at her to not make a sound. Instead, they told her to run – to run – run – run – run – runrunrunrunRUN!
The ground shook.
Rory met Maeve’s wide eyes through the splintering cracks. She was so close to breaking her out – but if she made another hit, the noise of the shattering glass would draw the giant’s attention. Right now, she had enough time to grab her bag and run. She could hide somewhere on the counter until the giant left again, and then she could escape.
But the little girl inside the jar watched her with such admiration and hope in her eyes.
Rory took another steading breath and flung her hook forward with all the strength of years of training and fighting and winning. She was a hero. She had to start acting like one.
The glass splintered and shattered on impact. Glass flew inside the jar and out at Rory’s face. She dropped the hook to shield her face, then used her bandaged-wrapped forearm to break out the rest of the jagged pieces of the jar until there was enough room for the little girl to duck out of without hurting herself on any sharp edges.
The ground shook even harder now from the giant footsteps thundering through the air as something ginormous rushed toward the storage room.
Rory swept her hook from off the ground and pressed it into Maeve’s arms until the girl clutched it tight against her chest. “Here – you’re an honorary Jack now. Hide toward the back of the counter in the shadows. Don’t make a sound, no matter what happens. You can use that to help you climb down when the coast is clear and escape. Don’t try to rescue us. Don’t cry. You can do this. You’re brave.”
The little girl’s mop of black hair waved around her as she nodded desperately at Rory in understanding but not able to speak without crying. Tears dripped down her cheeks, but she didn’t make a sound as she rushed off to hide in the shadows.
The girl disappeared just in time, exactly four seconds before the monster crashed into the room. Rory flipped back around to face it just as a wall of flesh collided into her with all the weight of fifty carriages running her over. All the breath left her body in one painful gust as thick, tree trunk width fingers curled in around her, clenching and thrumming. They closed over top of her, and her world became a dizzy whirl of flesh and sharp, crushing pain. Her stomach plummeted as she was whipped high up into the air.
In all the confusion she still couldn’t help but realize that this was nothing like when Dave had caught her the first time – that had been scary and caused some soreness, but even when Dave had held her a little too tightly to keep her from thrashing around or trying to jump the high distance out of his grip – it was nothing compared to how tightly these new fingers crushed into her – as if they wanted to cause fear and pain.
Just as fast as the collision occurred, she came to a lurching stop. Some pressure released as the fingers over her head opened and light flooded her vision, making her blink rapidly to adjust to the sudden change. Rory squirmed, realizing her entire body was pinned tightly, but quickly abandoned her attempts to escape when the fist tightened even further around her.
She gasped out in pain and shock. Her ribs groaned under the pressure, lighting up her whole chest and abdomen with sharp pain – just a little more pressure and she was certain they would snap.
“Well, well, well,” a deep, gravelly voice thundered above, making her flinch as her eardrums started to thrum. “Or should I say, ‘Fee, Fi, Fum?’” A self-amused chuckle shook the air around her.
She couldn’t work up the courage to look up, she could only stare in fear at the lines and creases of the finger around her chest. These hands were callused, and the dry patches of those calluses rubbed against her skin, chafing it.
Then the fingers around her shifted as a giant thumb rose toward her with frightening speed – its thick pad bigger than her face – and pressed into her neck, pushing roughly up at her chin until she had no choice but to look up or suffocate from the pressure against her throat.
“What do we have here?” The giant looked at her appraisingly, shifting her in his fist this way and that as he loomed above. It was as if she was an object he wished to sell, rather than a human being.
He wasn’t as tall as Dave, but he was broader and cut an even more intimidating figure with his wide shoulders and blank, blue eyes. He looked like he was in his fifties, with blonde-ish brown hair that was cut short and close to his head and a newly growing beard. Rory could see every pore in his face, the ingrown hair by his lip, and the way the corners of his mouth twitched into a mocking grin as he continued to stare down at her. He was soaking in this moment. Rory couldn’t give him the fear he seemed to want from her.
“Let me go!” she demanded with as much strength as she could muster. It came out flat and airless from the pressure on her throat and ribs. She tried to toss her head away, but he pressed his thumb up even more stubbornly, keeping her gaze locked on him. “Let everyone go. I have been sent from the Queen with orders to have her people returned or face the consequences!”
For a second the giant man just stared. Then he burst out laughing, a loud, explosive laugh that caused Rory to be lurched around in his grip as he fought for his own breath. Everything spun around her, until finally she came to a stop again, this time even closer to his face. The rest of the room became blotted out of her vision by his bulk.
“The human Queen?!” he scoffed with utter amusement. “I’m shaking in my boots. Y’know what? I can face those consequences – have her send more reinforcements, that would save me the trouble of having a middleman. And I’d get an endless supply of stupid humans like you.”
“Why are you doing this?” Rory sputtered out, anger growing despite her fear. “It’s against the peace treaty to capture humans against their will, or to interfere with the human world at all.”
His mocking smile grew. “Let’s just say, I saw an opportunity for a career change. And a wealthy one it’s turning out to be, too. There are so many of you tiny things scurrying around on the ground down there, no one misses a few. And by the time you get up here? Basically impossible to find a human in a giant world, like a needle in a haystack. There’s no proof of any suspicious activity. What are they going to do, blame giants in the sky? Your kind so easily dies from sicknesses or injuries or go running off on different whims that gets them lost or killed. It just makes more sense that something like that happened to the missing humans instead of giants. No one suspects a thing.”
“Except I suspected, and I found you!” Rory seethed, trying to jerk her chin away from his heavy thumb and wishing her whole body wasn’t still paralyzed by his grip. “What do you think that means, Einstein? Geeze, I knew giants were supposed to be big lumbering oafs, but I didn’t think you’d be this stupid. If one ‘tiny human woman’ was able to figure it out and find you, more will come. And they’ll be ready to face you. Legions of warriors and Jacks. They’ll all come to seek revenge.”
The mocking smile on the giant’s face melted into a scowl, and Rory regretted the name calling as his fingers crushed even tighter around her. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in pain as her arms got caught in between two of his fingers as they pressed down.
His thumb left her throat and chin to slide up her face and brush the thick pad of it into her hair, some of the strands getting caught in the whorls of his fingerprint and pulling it loose from the ponytail. Then his pointer finger sprang loose and pressed into the opposite side of her head until he pinched it between them. Rory froze. Heat soaked into her head from his skin. She could feel the slickness of his fingers against her cheeks.
“You’re lucky you’ve got a pretty face…” he growled finally. “Or I’d show you just how insignificant you and your threats are. But you’re worth more to me alive than dead.”
His fingers fell away, and Rory rushed out a breath of relief she didn’t even know she could hold with her chest still in the crushing grip. Her heart raced so fast in her chest that black spots started to appear in her vision. She tried to be strong, but she was no match for him. She hated that his threats had smothered her fiery anger, but she was too afraid to fight back anymore. She was entirely at his mercy.
She had failed at her mission as a Jack. She had failed all those people stuck in jars.
“I’d love to stay and chat a little longer, but I’ve got errands to run,” he said, nonchalantly walking over to the counter of people.
His other hand rose past her to grab an empty, already prepared jar. In one fluid motion, and without any hope of fighting back, Rory’s stomach lurched yet again as he shoved her over to its glass edge and let her drop all the way down with a painful crash. He screwed on lid and slid the jar back just as Rory was trying to get her footing, causing her to fall back over again.
He sneered at that, lowering himself so his pale, blue eyes locked onto hers. “Make yourself comfortable until I get back. Then the real fun can begin.” With a wink, he straightened, and Rory slid back to get away from him, lifting her head to try to see him through the air holes at the top.
The sound of his footsteps crashed through the house, until he disappeared through another door, leaving Rory captured again, with no hope of escaping.
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A/N: I'm working on chapter seven but the holidays have slowed me down with family visiting. But I hope to not leave things on a cliff hanger for too long! Thanks again so much for the kind messages and notes! <3
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coconutnutmilk · 1 month
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One shots
What was he supposed to do? Or say? Or even try?
It was his fault, he felt, got hurt, and now, he got found, due to his bright luck.
He thought about running as fast as possible, but he was in the corner, his legs barely supported his weight, and two giant, grinning eyes were pinning him to the wall.
He couldnt move, nor talk, his mouth was dry, his heart beated much faster than requested, and his eyes stung badly.
He tried to mutter few words, but only a squeak came out of him, he could only cry, not fight.
He was trying hard not to collapse, his small body shaking incontrollably, streams of tears down his cheeks.
And sobs.
The large human smiled, it would have been able to crush an entire colony, being taller than the ant-mountains, mountains built by ants.
And he? He was just an instect, barely an inch tall, his wings being almost the same of the bees, his rolled tongue, his small dark four eyes, his antennas, his extra set of skinny arms, his hands being darker than the rest of his skin with a fade.
He was just a humble, bumble bee, from the small colonies his race was used to make.
And after falling into a pool, fighting for his life, something huge, bigger than anything, lifted him as a giant raft, before he blacked out.
He still couldnt understand what it was, something so big, he could remember towers, five of them at the end of the soft raft, towers that moved.
But he had much bigger problems right now.
He was on a wooden surface, two perfectly flat walls behind him, and right in front of him, the largest face hed ever seen.
To look at the human he had to look up, but then something else came, a giant hand lowered towards him, making him whimper, shutting his eyes closed with a loud "Ah!".
He covered himself with his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, before he heard a small "thud" right infront of him.
After waiting few more seconds, the shivering being opened his eyes a little, only to see the enormous hand rest in front of him, with the index finger tapping infront of him as if it was waiting.
The human was indeed intrigued, and watching in fact, hoping to see some reaction from the smallest miniature hed ever seen, and hoped that he could somehow communicate with it, except, the creature was barely an inch tall, making the human realize how any movement could be deadly for it.
On the other hand, the small insect was confused, terrified, had no idea of what was happening, and a giant finger tapping on the wooden surface rhythmically, slowly, making low, loud sounds, and the ground shake slightly, his small ears twitched.
He just looked at the hand, even if it was resting, almost five whole centimeters from the insect, it towered the small being.
The nail being half his height, he cowered behind his arms, keeping himself wrapped, his knees to his chest.
The moment the human realized he would get no reaction, he tried poking the little thing, that soon enough made it clear it wasnt a good idea.
The giant human stretched the tapping finger, moving closer and closer, until with the tip of the index, he poked the side of the creature, that due to the sudden touch, screamed.
As the smaller crawled away from the hand with a small squeak, the human quickly took his hand off, trying to calm the smaller, failing.
The creature cried and tried to put more space between himself and the human, that looked down at the shouting small on the table.
The winged thing, not being able to walk at all, tried flapping its wings, but with one being ripped and the other wet, it only caused a small buzz to be heard for a few moments.
Two giant hands took place in both sides, the only directions the bee could run towards, desperation building itself as he quickly took a fatal position and cried desperatly.
The human stared down, curious about the buzzing thing on the table, he feared it would fly but soon understood the small couldnt, so he decided to put his hands around the area of the tiny being, to prevent it running away and falling in another pool, probably.
Miniatures were smart, but the human hardly believed that the moment he found one in the pool, struggling, and kicking its way to freedom, only to be rescued by the gymnast.
The guy just wanted to launch himself in the water after his course.
And he knew very little about these smaller creatures that populated the earth, he knew that they were social creatures, thats all.
The human leaned towards the table, his hands getting closer to the thing, he wanted to talk to it, but he thought the volume would be too loud for him even if he whispered.
His finger slowly reached for the back of the creature as it curled to the ground, holding his head while whimpering, the finger tried as gentle as possible to caress the back of the thing, that surprisingly, didnt scream or tried to crawl away again.
Instead, it let out a short, loud, squeak, that reminded a small mouse.
It kept its fatal position, sobbing and (probably) praying, every time the finger got away just to caress again, the insect gave out a suffocated scream.
The human, resting its head on the arms, which in turn, rested on the table, a distance that felt short for the human and almost two mansions for the creature.
It was then, that the human understood something, he leaned closer to the being, that having its head covered, didnt see, and tried to get a peek of what the creature could be possibly saying, that he maybe misunderstood as squeaks like animal noises.
His ear got closer and closed, now being able to detect sobs and cries, and small, muffled words that made him stop caressing the creature's back as it repeated pleases and begs not to get crushed.
It kept sobbing, asking for help, making the bigger one finally talk.
As he whispered as reassuring and as soft as he could, he let out a small, breathy sentence, telling the creature not to be afraid, making it stop talking for a moment.
The warm breath of the human washed over the insect, making it realize just how close it was to him, the instinct screaming to stand and run, to crawl away, to get away from the large being as fast as possible.
But he couldnt move.
Two eyes, bigger than his body.
A mouth that could gulp him alive, chew him, limb by limb.
He whimpered, his mucles became like pudding, his heart almost stopped before going too fast, cold sweat forming, before everything turned black again.
He heard a thud, his head hurt and that was it.
He prayed he'd wake up again, but doubted highly the gods were listening.
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kaiju-wolfdragon · 5 months
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You can't hide from me~
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stanlees-stuff · 10 months
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"The threads rip Frank. the threads rip."
i haven't even gotten that deep into this au and wally's already crying🥲
dang i havent drawn g/t angst art like, EVER, first time. it was so fun but so PAINFUL at the same time to draw this :'[
frank took things too far with his research and now it almost cost wally an arm and now he feels like the worst friend in the world
i didn't know if i should put any warnings on this since its pretty mild (just cotton after all) but if anyone thinks i should ill add em
anyways bye >:']
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kix-mm · 4 months
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A once cruel god. G/t short story 1/??
Pt2
"Hey, where are you going? Don't leave! I was joking!" The god yelled as they watched the tiny human try to drag themselves in the opposite direction as fast as they could. Damn it, why did he have to do that?! Why did he have to ruin the moment?!
They quickly grabbed ahold of the human, trying to be ever so gentle and not harm them like they had done so carelessly before. They felt the human flinch and struggle, and their tears streamed down their cheeks endlessly while they repeat the same sentences over and over again.
"Please let me go, I've earned my freedom, I don't want to go back! Please, please, please!" They begged between sobs. It made the young God feel so uneasy now that he could understand the human language... this is what they had been saying all this time? He remembers laughing when hearing these silly little words, unaware of their meaning, and how cruel he used to play with the humans... this particular one somehow managed to survive. Despite the young gods' favoritism, he had made this little human life torture from a young age... the young God had fallen for this particular human, but it didn't mean that they had it any easier, they watched their own kind get crushed, tipped apart, eaten, and given false hope and promises... and on top of all that they had to pretend to be head over heals for the giant in order for their life to be safe, despite all the torture they endured...
The human was a frail figure, misting a lower arm and both their legs. These were the young gods' doings. There was no mistaking it...
"My flower..." the God spoke in a sad, soft voice, they watched the humans face drain of any color and their body begin so tremble uncontrollably, hearing that name again... that alone was enough to make the human have a panic attack. "No, no! No! Nonononono, you promised it was over! You promised I could go!" That was right. The young god didn't usually grace their "toys" with freedom when he got bored playing with them, but this human got a right to leave for exactly this reason... so that he could find them all these years later... and understand them... he had done so with several other humans, and all yielded the same results... horror, shock, begging, and even ending their own lives and those of their families in order to not have ANGYONE go through what they did...
"My flower.." he repeated again carefully. They wish they had bothered to learn the humans name before, and despite all that had happened he hated to admit how hid heart fluttered seeing this human again, even after all this torture, they were still so beautiful... the humans attempts to ruin their face had been for nothing, large gashes all over made them almost unrecognizable, yet they immediately began sobbing louder when they saw that distinctive pink hue on the gods cheeks. "I'm not your fucking flower!! I'm not! I'm not!!"
The harsh words made the God flinch. "Wait - wait, no- I, w-what do I call you? What is your name? I won't call you that ever again, please don't cry." they beg, that right, a God, begging a former human toy for something more comfortable to call them... that was almost impossible, only in a humans wildest dreams would they be treated like such...
The human went silent, expecting this to be some cruel trick for speaking so unfaithfully to an all mighty God... meanwhile, the young god sat in anticipation to hear anything that could resemble a name. Nothing, hours of silence went by without either saying anything at all, judt heavy breathing as a result of the humans panic attack.
The God eventually got tired of waiting and asked calmly again, "What is your name..?" To which the human flinched once more, was this a trick question? "F-flower, my lord..." they said with their head down. "No, I'm asking what your real name is, not the one I gave you..." the human kept their eyes glued to the palm of the gods hand. "I... I don't know my lord..." they lied, not wanting the God to tarnish their name by hearing them speak it. The young God frowned and tried to catch a glimpse of the humans eyes.
"You don't..? Do you even have a name?" The human never replied. "W-would you like a name?" He asks "I promise it'll be a nice one, then you won't be nameless anymore " they say with a hopeful smile.
The human feels sick to their stomach but nods slowly. "It would be an honor..." No, it wouldn't... it's a curse in disguise. If the human used the name the God gave him , then God would be able to locate him wherever he went... "What about Amber..? Do you like that name?". "It's a wonderful name, my lord..." they spoke while gritting their teeth. Amber was their name before they were reduced to a mere spoiled brats favorite toy. Now it feels like it's happening all over again, but the god is pretending to have sympathy... but the human knew what kind of a monster this god could be...
"Do you still remember my name?" The god asks softly. How could the human forget? They literally carved their name into the humans' skin. "V-Vic-" they got sick before they could properly pronounce his name, a sure-fire way to get yourself into a heap of trouble, "Amber" stared at the sick on the gods hand and quickly attempted to clean it with what little clothing thry had on thier body "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so ashamed, please forgive me-" they were cut off by them being carefully lifted into their other hand " the god looked concerned, "Are you okay? Don't be scared it's alright" they spoke in the most sincere voice, which only worried the human more, what would they be punished with?? What was he going to do with them??
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gt-daboss · 6 months
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PART 2
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awqeqfasdat PART 2 I couldn't help myself. Poor Tiny is okay! But they've been kidnapped and now they're even further away from home. Plus, it was only moments before when the giant was about to eat them, can they really trust her?
Ahhhh tomorrow part 3 I am going to CRAM this minicomic out like my life depends on it!!
Part 1 << >> Part 3
Tagging @writing-forever and @fishtale88 since you both seemed interested earlier
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dolldays · 7 months
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The Obsession Been playing quite a bit of DBD with @fruit-fairy2
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smoll-stace · 8 months
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i can't remember if already posted this but to heck with it ima post it. really would love to do more with this idea but am lazyyyy xD
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