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Kaijune: Day 23 + 24

The threat to the city is gone.. for now.

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‘Support from above’

Mimic Beast: ‘After a long battle, the Flaming Titan (with our help) wounded it so much that the beast fled. This is not ideal, but it’s better than a prolonged fight. I’m told this titan can’t handle those.’ ‘Tail is covered in bristles’ ‘Blocks attacks to the head + neck w/ long forearms’ ‘False face or mimicking something?’ ‘looks like eyes?’

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Kaijune: Day 22

This one is so big it needed two pages just to fit!

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He just wants a hug! I don’t understand why everyone’s so afraid of the ancient giant skull-wearing being of nature incarnate-

…ok maybe they have a point.

You came back. You came home.

One of my new OCs :3c Ever wonder what happens to those people that go into the woods and disappear without a trace for no reason?

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there is nothing quite like being interrupted while absolutely immersed in whatever you're writing. i think this must be how fish feel when they're snatched out of the water by a bird of prey

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Before ‘the incident’

…and after

Getting accidentally swallowed is a feeling you’ll never really forget. (A scene from my newest chapter of the Other-world Universe)

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Kaijune: Day 21

‘We’ve heard about a fight and heading there as backup.

A lot of monsters seem to be running AWAY from it. They don’t even bother with us.’

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Kaijune: Day 19 + 20

Just a creature in search of something dead; if you’re not dead then you should have nothing to worry about! It flipped over your car? Uhh just ignore it until it goes away I guess…

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‘Driving in the dark isn’t always the best idea…’

Night Wanderer: ‘Searches for dead/dying things at night; when it finds something dying it will watch over it until it’s dead.’ ‘Tail can be lost and regrown’ ‘Its mouth moves similarly to a trunk’ ‘Didn't eat anything , just sniffed at us and continued on. Turns out, it’s a carrion scavenger.’ ‘Front foot Back foot’ ‘Large eyes’ ‘Sucker-like mouth’ ‘Fingers seem to face backwards to pull itself back quickly’ ‘False eyes make the tail look like its head’

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I love Alexis and Erica for this dynamic <3

Both of them have zero self preservation but would die to protect eachother, so it cancels out and they both survive together

t.he character s

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Kaijune: Day 17 + 18

Imagine how terrifying it would be to watch a giant bird peck people out of a city the same way a small one would do to bugs in a log…

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DO NOT STOP in this abandoned city

Pickapart: ‘Looks like a fishing heron’ ‘Made a nest from jagged pieces of rubble’ ‘It was picking off bugs in the city we planned to restock in, when it targeted us instead of the bugs.’ ‘Lengthy wing feathers’ ‘Average office building (for scale)’

Spikeback (for now): ‘Might be larva or something larger’

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Me with the newest chapter of the Other-world Universe

g/t bitches will be like “this is my beautiful tiny OC i love them :)” and then put that OC through unimaginable traumatizing horrors.

i’m bitches.

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Kaijune: Day 15 + 16

Even though they’re herbivores, I would NOT want to stand too close to this one

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‘Passed by this herd on the way to the next location.’

Frilled Ox: ’A stray frilled ox charged at our transport, but thankfully there was a treeline nearby and we lost it in the woods.’ ‘3 bug-like limbs fold against chest’ ‘Large ears flap to swat away bugs; spooks at the slightest noise’ ‘Female horns Male horns’ It CAN see where it’s charging with its extra eyes, and WILL follow you.’

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Picture this: Fidgeting

You’re not even sure how it started.

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was habit. Maybe they just needed something to ground them. But now, you’ve found yourself nestled in the crook of their hand, no more than a fidget to them—a living, squirming, whisper-soft thing to be idly toyed with.

Their thumb strokes over your back in slow, absent arcs. Over and over. Not unkind—never cruel—but aimless. Comforting for them. Your body shifts slightly with each motion, pressed into the warm plane of their palm, legs sprawled across the bridge of their fingers. You’re pliable, yielding. Small enough that they can wrap their entire hand around you and still feel like they’re being gentle.

They squeeze.

Not enough to hurt. Just enough to feel you. To remind themselves that something small and real and warm is there, with them. Their fingers curl slowly, pressing your body between pads of skin the size of sofa cushions. You let out a quiet breath, barely a noise, but they hear it.

And they smile, lazy and fond, their thumb dragging lightly over your chest.

“Cute—,” they murmur, their voice a rich vibration that thrums through your spine. Their thumb taps your head. You flinch, half-playful, half-defeated, and they chuckle low in their throat like you’ve done exactly what they needed you to do.

You’re rolled gently between two fingers next—a shift of pressure here, a twist there. Stretched, squished, repositioned. Like putty. Like something soft and satisfying to keep their mind from spiraling. They don’t even need to look at you. It’s all instinct now.

And weirdly? You don’t mind.

There’s something comforting in being used like this—absently, affectionately. A warm, fidget-sized tether keeping their anxiety at bay. Their hand is a fortress. A place where pressure is control, and touch is intimacy.

Eventually, they let out a deep sigh. Their fingers uncurl slightly, opening like a flower to reveal you, tousled and breathless.

“Still alive?” they ask, teasing, brushing your hair back with a fingertip the size of your face.

You just nod, flushed and blinking up at them.

They press you into their palm again and exhale—steady now.

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Rebloging for people who might’ve missed it yesterday!

Chapter 31 of the Other-world Universe; more members have briefly been added to the party, time to head for the next town!

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Though the ambient temperature had gone up a bit by the time we departed, the fierce wind continued to blow, shrieking as it blew full-force across the vast empty fields around us.  Without the trees acting as a buffer, the trip turned from a steady walk to a slow miserable trudge.  There was a brief pause where we thought about turning back, but the weather was only going to get cooler, so we pressed on.

After the first hour or so, Erica zoomed up to me from the group.  I was the designated lookout, so I stayed a good way ahead of everyone else — mostly because my gait was too large to keep pace with the group of other-worldians.  

"I'm freezing!" Erica complained the moment she landed on my shoulder.  "I still think we should’ve called it quits and waited for a warmer day.  We aren't too far out yet, we can still turn around."  "Autumn is ending soon," I told her, "It'll be cold no matter when we go, and we can't stall there much longer.  This town also called for us to help them, remember?"  

Erica was silent for a moment; I thought she was pouting.  "What's autumn?"  I stopped so suddenly that she was flung forward head over heels.  Erica had to cling to the front of my shirt to keep from falling all the way to the ground.  Putting a hand beneath her, I let her drop down into my palm.

Gazing at her confusedly, I gestured at everything around us.  "Autumn, the time of the year that it is right now.  You know, when the leaves turn colors?  The season between summer and winter?"  Erica tilted her head, thinking.  "Isn't that Fall?"  I laughed out loud, clutching her lightly before placing her back on my shoulder.  "Yeah, Fall," I agreed, "We call it that too sometimes.  Do you guys not have the word autumn, or do you just not use it?"

"I've never heard of it," Erica replied, shuddering at another cold gust of wind.  "It sounds cool, though; like the name of someone in a fantasy book.”  She shrugged and settled back down.  “That's so weird.  I wonder why, out of every possible difference between our worlds, your world changed the name of one season.  Hell, we could've ended up speaking two entirely different languages, being from other realities and whatnot.  Clearly you know about summer and winter, because you just mentioned them, but do you have a spring, or do you call it something else?"  "No, we still call it spring, and some people do call autumn fall; the names are interchangeable."  "That's so strange," Erica mused, "And it's just the one season that has two names like that?"  "Yup."  "Wow.  I wonder what other differences there are, besides all the brands you can't recognize.  I know about those.  I tried teaching them to you, remember?  Back when I refused to sleep?"  "I remember."

Memories just started to take my mind before Erica suddenly whimpered, bringing me back in an instant.  "Are you alright?" I asked, glancing to the side to see her.  "Yeah, I'm just cold.  Can I sit in your hands?  Maybe that'll warm me up."  "I doubt that," I said, blowing on my fingertips and rubbing my hands together, "My hands are freezing too.  My neck is definitely warmer."  Erica grumbled angrily.  "It's warm, but not nearly warm enough."  We were silent for a while, but then Erica started chuckling softly to herself.  I could hear it since she was so close to my ear.  

“What’s so funny?” I asked, amused.  “Just an idea.  I know you won’t agree to it though.”  “Try me.”  I could feel her shift nervously on my shoulder.  “It wasn’t even a real option.  Don’t bother with it,” she added, backing down.  

Erica’s rarely one to back down from something, so I could tell it was something very unreasonable.  Regardless, I wanted to know.  “So, what is it?”  “I was just thinking.. when you blew on your hands...  Your mouth is probably the warmest place I could stay.”  I rolled my eyes and glanced over at her again.  “You’re getting a bit desperate now, aren’t you?”  She blushed slightly and turned away.  “I told you it was just a thought.”

Sighing, I plucked her off my shoulder and smirked down at her.  “You know, I don’t see why we can’t do that.  Just keep your clothes on this time, alright?”  Erica sat there, shocked.  “That- That isn’t a joke, right?”  “Not unless you want it to be.”  She smiled and shook her head.  I shifted Erica in my grip so she was held between a few fingers instead of my palm.  Bringing her up to my lips, I kissed her lightly before opening my mouth and placing her inside.  It was such a weird sensation.  I could feel her shifting around on top of my tongue, trying to get comfortable.  I’d made sure to swallow as much spit as possible before letting her in, but she still got a bit wet while she found a good spot.

When she finally settled in, she stretched out down the length of my tongue and laughed.  The sound echoed in my mouth.  “This is just so crazy!  Make sure you don’t hold your breath for some reason.  I don’t need to be air deprived again, thanks very much.”  I nodded very slightly, trying to tell her that I understood without speaking or jostling her too much.  

“Oh,” Erica realized disappointedly, “I forgot you can’t talk to me like this.  I was going to ask you how it feels.  How it feels now, and how it feels when we’re.. in bed.  It is a lot warmer in here, though.  I’m not shaking anymore, see?”  Gently, she placed a hand on the surface of my tongue for me to feel.  She was still rather cold — like an ice cube pressed to my tongue.  

To warm her further, I gently lifted her to the roof of my mouth, pressing her snugly between the two surfaces.  Erica’s gasp echoed inside my mouth.  She sighed and stretched, snuggling into me as she got comfortable.  It was beyond weird, letting her ride around like that, but Erica seemed to enjoy it, and I didn’t mind having her there seeing how happy it made her.

It didn’t take long for her to get properly warmed up.  Only minutes later, she called for me to release her from her spot tucked away near the top of my mouth.  She sat there and talked to me for a while as walked.  I was still just as cold, but the trip was a bit more bearable when I could distract myself by listening to her.  However, without being able to respond, our conversations soon came to a quiet end.

Already bored, Erica got up and wandered around the space.  Sidling up to my cheek, she reached out and hesitantly felt the thick bone of my teeth, wondering at every little thing because it was such a new place to be.  At one point, I opened my jaws just slightly and bit her hand between them playfully.  It was a soft bite, barely enough to even be considered a bite at all.  

Erica yelped and yanked her arm backwards.  “What the hell?!” she gasped in playful accusation, “Fucking scary…”  Moving away from my dangerous incisors, she grumbled as I laughed at her reaction.

Slowly, she made her way to the back of my mouth and, idiotically, knelt right at the edge of my throat to peer in.  It made me nervous, but it wasn’t that bad.  Then she slid her legs tentatively down it.  

I coughed and swallowed reflexively, muscles trying to clear my airways.  Erica let out a cry of fear, realizing the danger she put herself in.  She tried to scoot backwards, but nothing caught on the slick surface of my mouth.  With a muffled scream, Erica slipped down my throat.  

Everything stopped with a sudden jolt as cold terror spiked through my veins.  The feeling of her body lodged in my throat was nauseating, like I'd tried to swallow too big a bite, which I technically had.  Erica struggled, sliding deeper and deeper.  I gagged on her, doubling over and coughing relentlessly.  I could feel her right at the bottom of my throat where my neck reached my chest.  The spot hurt like something was caught on it; Erica was likely holding on for her life.  

Desperately, I tried to cough her back up, but I was choking and slowly suffocating.  My reflexes took action and swallowed, instead.  The feeling vanished.  I could breathe again.  The weight of a large bite slid down into me and dissipated into my stomach.  Seconds later, a long horror-film-sounding shriek reverberated inside of me.

“E- Erica?” I whimpered, horrified.  She started yelling — screaming fearfully at me, though it was too muffled for me to understand.  Her hands pounded desperately against me from within, chilling me to my core.  Bile rose up at the thought of her being digested — left to slowly die while I would be standing here, sitting in the silent horror of what I’d done.

In seconds, new terror came over me.  She’d been thrashing around before — clawing at my stomach lining.  She wasn’t anymore.  My stomach churned awfully, vomit causing me to double over on the ground.  It was terrifyingly hard to keep myself from panicking, but I knew if I gave in to that it would be too late for Erica.  I shakily pressed my fingers down my throat to set off my gag reflex, and in a sickening heave, I hacked up the contents of my stomach.  Erica fell limply to the ground along with bits of other digested things.

Oh god, she’s not moving!  She’s-!  It took a few seconds, but Erica quickly regained consciousness once she was back outside.  She startled awake with a shuddering gasp.  Immediately, Erica scrambled away from the awful pile of bile and collapsed in the grass, breathing hard.  Thankfully, she’d only passed out, but she had a few awful raw patches of skin that looked like carpet burn — the patches of her body that had already begun to be digested.

The whole incident couldn’t have lasted longer than a minute or two, but it was still one of the most terrifying experiences I’d ever had.  I sat back numbly, so shook that my eyes began tearing up. 

“You…  You almost ate me,” Erica whispered, sitting up on shaking arms.  I shuddered, horrible what-if’s drifting through my mind.  “I really shouldn’t have tried to look down your throat.  Thinking that back…  That wasn’t a smart idea.”

Her idiotic remark seized my brain in a sudden burst of fiery anger.  ��You think so?!” I yelled at her, watching as she flinched horribly because of it.  “What is wrong with you?!  I almost digested you alive!  Do you understand how painful that would have been for you!?  Do you understand how everything I’ve done and worked for would mean nothing if that happened?!  Do you understand how horrible of a human being I would be if I’d done that?!  You can’t just-”  Tears slid down my cheeks and my breath hitched, cutting me off there.  

“You have to be careful,” I told her through a sob, “I know you trust that I won’t hurt you, but you can’t be so careless with me.  Just because I don’t want to hurt you doesn’t mean I can’t.”  Erica was silent for a long time.  She took her duffel bag and quietly changed into new clothes that would cover up her raw skin, struck mute by what I’d said.  Ivan and the others caught up to us, but by then we’d both managed to clean ourselves up.  

Lying that I’d accidentally choked on a flock of birds that happened to fly by too close to me as I yawned, I continued on in sullen silence.  Erica lagged behind, stunned and scared and still processing what had happened.  I was too.  

When we stopped to let everyone eat lunch I tried to make a bit of small talk to ensure no one suspected anything.  I didn’t feel like eating, though.  Erica hadn’t touched her food either.

Continuing our walk towards the next town, she came back.  Erica landed on the furthest edge of my shoulder, avoiding my eyes.  "I'm sorry."  We both said it at the same time.  There was a brief, awkward silence before anyone spoke.

"I'm sorry, Alexis.  I.. I was being stupid.  I shouldn't have done that.  Putting my life in danger for something dumb, I mean — I do that all the time.  But it isn't fair to you when those dumb things involve you.  I don't want you to feel like you almost got me killed, because you didn't.  I did.  And I hate that it would look like your fault if my dumbass died."  I turned to look at her, slightly shocked.  "I didn't mean to yell at you earlier.  It's just-"  "No.  You were right to yell at me.  I need someone like you to yell at me whenever I do stupid shit like that.  Sorry.  For scaring you."  

Erica's right, I am scared, even now.  I could still feel the horrible stretching feeling of her little body sliding downwards to oblivion inside my neck.  Bile was already building at the back of my throat at the thought.  Tears sprung to my eyes unexpectedly, and soon I was full-on crying.

Thankfully, the group couldn't see.  I'd purposefully walked further ahead than I should be.  I could feel this breakdown coming at any moment, and I didn't want anyone to see it.  I stumbled with my blurry-eyed vision and fell to the ground, not bothering to get up as I sobbed.  Erica gasped and I quickly rubbed the tears from my eyes to see her.  

Eyes wide with worry, she had her hands lightly pressed to her open mouth, covering a bit of her concern, but not much.  Just as quickly as my vision cleared, it fuzzed over again.  I reached for her, wanting someone to hold me, but I only began crying harder as I realized that was impossible.  My hand slowly drifted back to my chest.  Nothing but fuzzy shapes and colors were visible to me then.

However, I felt Erica pull herself close to me, trying to hug as much of me as she could.  It wasn't very much, but I was grateful nonetheless.  I curled up around her and cried for a while.  

It wasn't just about that little scare.  I was so tired of stressing constantly.  The terrible fear that an unknown amount of portal giants could come attack me at any second — the horrible knowledge that there were likely thousands of towns and little bunkers that I'd never save — that little scare was the final weight that tipped the balance.  I would say Erica didn’t understand, but she was a part of everything too, so maybe she did.  Maybe that was why she was holding me so tightly.

I managed to pull myself together a little while later.  It was too late to pretend nothing happened; the others could see me on the ground by then, but I could at least pretend that didn't happen.  Sitting up slowly, I moved Erica into my hands and whispered a quiet 'thank you', holding her clasped gently in my fingers like a version of a hug.  It looked like she'd been crying too.

By the time everyone arrived, both of us pretended that we were fine.  When Ivan asked what happened, I told him that I'd tripped and fell to the ground, and he believed me.  I did tend to trip on things too small for me to have noticed, so my answer was rather believable, and no one questioned it.  We were almost to the next town, too.  It was a city, actually.  Or rather.. a town that had become a city.  

The original town was surrounded by makeshift tents and lean tos, turning it into a canvas city.  A few people who helped run the place greeted me when I arrived.  At my request, Ash and his family were given somewhere comfortable to stay.  Ivan went off to do his thing — getting somewhere for me to set up camp, and working out the details of my citywide protection.

A spot was already left for me.  The town had asked me to come, after all.  A woman drove up to me in an ATV after Ivan left.  She escorted me around the outskirts of everything and brought me to the empty field they’d left open.  It was a bit smaller than what I needed, and she apologized for the lack of space.  They needed as much of it as they could get for all the refugees.  

Before I sat down and started unpacking, I asked the woman who guided me there for a list of things that they might need from me — or tasks to be done.  She said she’d get back to me with one, and drove off back the way she came.  Erica and I were left alone, though most of the space around us was filled with tents.  “Are you alright?” she asked me as I unpacked.  “Yeah, I’m just stressed, you know?”  She nodded and took her duffel bag to set up her own spot under the trees, trying to give me as much room as possible in the already tight space.

Erica finished quickly and came to help me sort through everything.  The woman returned briefly with a small scribbled list, and we got to preparing a few things with the boxes I carried.  

We sorted things out in awkward silence until Ivan returned.  Once dinner rolled around, I brought out a bunch of food and left it for the city to enjoy, leaving for a less crowded spot.  Erica tried to follow me, but I asked her to stay behind and help out instead.  I needed to be alone.  

The time to myself was much needed, and much appreciated.  I hadn’t had a moment of time alone in weeks, and it was partially driving me crazy.  My added stress just made things worse.  It was nice to have a while to myself to think through everything.  

The sky darkened, and I lay watching the stars.  I’d always been fascinated by the night sky in my own world, but here it was even more interesting.  The stars were completely different here — different constellations, different colors — I watched it for hours and collected my thoughts.

When at last I returned to go to bed, I was slightly disappointed by the small space and thought briefly of leaving and making camp a bit further out.  However, I couldn’t leave the city now that I’d come offering protection.  How would it look if a portal opened there and I was gone?

Both Erica and Ivan must’ve been asleep when I got there, because no one addressed my return.  It wasn’t long before I was out too.  

The following day was a busy one; everyone had a request for me, from simple tasks that required heavy lifting, to another ask to scout the perimeter yet again.  Ash came to see me while I was working on delivering some building supplies.  

“Hey!  I never got to thank you for taking us here yesterday!” he called.  “We have a nice apartment now, thanks to you.  It seems like knowin’ you has some perks.”  I chuckled, and he followed me until I dropped off the supplies where they needed to be.  “Hop on,” I offered, holding out my hand.  He happily clambered up. 

“Woah, so this is what the town looks like to you?” Ash mused once I began walking, looking out over the expanse of buildings and tents before us.  “Yep, this is it.”  “You know, a lot of people down there are like us — me and my family.  They were all livin’ on farmland between little towns and nowhere ‘fore the portals appeared.”  “You lived on a farm?”  “Yeah, I’ll admit I’m a farm boy.  Well, I used to be...  Thank you, again, for gettin’ us out of that bunker.”  I smiled, “You’re welcome.  All in a day’s work when you’re saving the world.”  We talked for a bit as I roamed around, waiting for an opening for my barrier to be made.  Ash became more and more comfortable riding with me as we talked.  Eventually, he asked me to drop him off when I neared his new home, and I returned to my camp afterward.

Erica was there, pacing around restlessly.  “Hey,” I addressed her.  The moment I spoke, she froze.  “I was a bit busy dealing with my own issues yesterday, I forgot to ask you about yours.”  I sat down beside her and held out my hand.  I didn’t even have to lower it.  She just jumped up onto my palm like a platform.

“Are you alright?  It must’ve been.. terrifying going through that yesterday.  How are you?”  Erica shuddered slightly at the memory, reaching out for one of my fingers and hugging it to herself.  “I’m alright.  I couldn’t sleep last night, though.  I saw you come back late, but I didn’t want to bother you.  How was your night alone?”  

I thought back to how peaceful everything seemed.  “It was good for me; I think I needed a break.”  I lifted her to my shoulder and snuggled her close to me.  “If you can’t sleep, we could go on that sightseeing trip tonight.  I’m putting up the barrier this afternoon, so the city will be safe.  We don’t have to do much if you don’t want to.  I just think it’ll be a nice change of scenery.”  I felt her curl up beside me.  “That sounds nice.”  “Doesn’t it?” I agreed with a sigh.

That day, while everyone celebrated the barrier being erected, I snuck off to somewhere completely empty with Erica.  She lay on top of me as I lay on my back, gazing up at the sky.  It wasn’t quite dark yet, but I wanted to get away the moment the celebrations began.  In all honesty, I wanted to get Erica away from the celebrations.  Just in case.  

She’d been nervously twirling her hair around and around, decidedly not looking at me as we lay in silence.  We sat there for a long while before I pulled her up to my face and kissed her delicately. 

“Don’t get too upset over what happened, little love,” I told her softly, “I just don’t want you to get yourself hurt.  Never stop being you.”  I chuckled and kissed her with a bit more passion, “I like it when you get fiesty anyways; anything less and I won’t feel it.”  Erica turned around with a slightly shocked expression before laughing aloud and turning to face me.  “What did I do to deserve you?” she asked, leaning in to kiss me back.  I pulled her closer, pressing her whole face against my lips.  Erica made a soft noise and leaned into me, I could faintly feel her little tongue slide inside my mouth.

I gave her some love for a while.  I think she needed it just as badly as I needed some time away.  Later that evening, she backed off of me and we took a break to actually look at the stars.  “I’m sorry, again, for everything," Erica apologized, "I wish I could go back and just… decide not to do that.  Then you wouldn’t want to get away from me.”  Sighing, I pulled her into my hands, threading her little body between my fingers before carefully caressing her cheek, swiping her hair away from her face.

"Oh Erica, you aren't the reason I need a break.  It's everything else," I explained gently.  "It's the constant work and stress that comes with trying to save town after town from being destroyed.  I keep promising people that I'll bring back everyone who was kidnaped, but-"  I paused to sit up and take a breath while Erica stood raptly in my hand.  "What if.. What if they're all dead?  What if I can't bring them back?  I get that I'm already saving people by being out here, which is stressful enough, but I said I'd bring everyone home…"  

Erica sorrowfully took my head in her hands.  "They can't be killing them," she tried to assure me.  "They wouldn't bother taking them if that's what they wanted.  They would just be destroying everything.  I think they said something about studying us, right?"  I took a shuddering breath, realizing that she was probably right.

"I'm sorry you're stressed, and I'm sorry I made things worse yesterday, but Alexis..  it isn't just you.  Everyone's stressed.  Look at all the people who live in those tents who don't even have homes anymore, like me at first.  What about Ash and his family?  They were worried about surviving a single day without starving to death.  I get that you carry a lot of weight on your shoulders, but we all do.  By doing this, we're saving people from that kind of worry.  Your barriers give everyone the luxury of a break, kind of like the one you took last night."  I understood what she meant, but I still wanted it to be over.  Though, I guess everyone did.

"You're right," I realized aloud, "I know I have to do this, or at least continue trying.  But.. some days I feel like I've been worked to the bone."  Erica gave a quick little nod.  "You do deserve some down time, and I..  Well, I still feel icky about fighting more giants," she offered.  "It’s kinda fun in the moment, but I…  I've been fighting either someone or something my whole life.  I just want to prove I can be gentle with someone for once," Erica confessed, delicately brushing the back of her hand over the side of my face, down my jaw.  "But I usually find that I.. I can't.  Maybe I don't know how."  She whispered the last part softly, like she'd just thought of it, her hand drifting away from me.  I took it between my fingers, guiding her to look back at me after her gaze had wandered off in thought.

"I have no choice but to be gentle," I explained, motioning to her hand delicately pressed between two of my comparatively massive digits.  "I can teach you if you want."  I watched lovingly as a soft smile spread across Erica's face.  "Yes, please."  

I rolled onto my side and brought her with me.  Erica snuggled up to my body as I did so, her back pressed against my neck.  My hand drifted to her waist, delicately holding her close.  One gentle finger reached behind her and rubbed comforting circles into her back.  I could hear her sigh beneath me, and felt her shudder beneath my hand.

We were both partially asleep when an explosion rattled the quiet air.  I grumbled, annoyed by the sound.  "What was that?" Erica mumbled.  "A firework, probably," I responded tiredly.  "Just one?"  Briefly I listened for more explosions before realizing it couldn't have been a firework.  Flammable things like that weren't allowed anywhere near the new town — the tents could too easily catch fire.  

I sat up and squinted at the direction of the buildings.  Nothing too out of the ordinary seemed to be happening there.  However, turning in the other direction, I saw the glowing light of flames casting eerie splintered shadows far off to the east.

"S- Something's on fire," I realized, snapping out of my drowsiness.  "Erica, I think something just exploded over there."  Now she was up too, standing on her toes trying to see what I was talking about.  Finding nothing, she gave that up and jumped up to my shoulder, scanning the horizon from a better vantage point.  "Wow, something did blow up!" Erica exclaimed, "But what's even out there that can explode?"  I shrugged slightly, "Let's go find out."

[clumsiestgiantess]

Kaijune: Day 14

I really like this one’s design (you can tell because there’s SO MUCH information on the page)

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Marine Serpent: ‘Armored top of head with large crest’ ‘Tongue is long and bristled’ ‘Thin fiber quills produce a hallucinogenic toxin’ ‘Uses an undulating membrane to swim (I think) I’ve only seen it slither around like a slow snake’ ‘It was chasing around after these little things’

Writhe *: * ‘Actual size compared with the serpent’ ‘Uses these larger paddles to throw itself forward’ ‘They writhe around like worms out of the ground’ ‘Uses these little paddles to change direction’

The glider worms died naturally a little over 24 hours after their arrival. The Marine Serpent died naturally after just 3 hours. These things must need water to survive. I believe the rift leads to somewhere close to the ocean. HQ wants me to move on because of this.

[clumsiestgiantess]

Chapter 31 of the Other-world Universe; more members have briefly been added to the party, time to head for the next town!

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[Swallow Your Fear]

Though the ambient temperature had gone up a bit by the time we departed, the fierce wind continued to blow, shrieking as it blew full-force across the vast empty fields around us.  Without the trees acting as a buffer, the trip turned from a steady walk to a slow miserable trudge.  There was a brief pause where we thought about turning back, but the weather was only going to get cooler, so we pressed on.

After the first hour or so, Erica zoomed up to me from the group.  I was the designated lookout, so I stayed a good way ahead of everyone else — mostly because my gait was too large to keep pace with the group of other-worldians.  

"I'm freezing!" Erica complained the moment she landed on my shoulder.  "I still think we should’ve called it quits and waited for a warmer day.  We aren't too far out yet, we can still turn around."  "Autumn is ending soon," I told her, "It'll be cold no matter when we go, and we can't stall there much longer.  This town also called for us to help them, remember?"  

Erica was silent for a moment; I thought she was pouting.  "What's autumn?"  I stopped so suddenly that she was flung forward head over heels.  Erica had to cling to the front of my shirt to keep from falling all the way to the ground.  Putting a hand beneath her, I let her drop down into my palm.

Gazing at her confusedly, I gestured at everything around us.  "Autumn, the time of the year that it is right now.  You know, when the leaves turn colors?  The season between summer and winter?"  Erica tilted her head, thinking.  "Isn't that Fall?"  I laughed out loud, clutching her lightly before placing her back on my shoulder.  "Yeah, Fall," I agreed, "We call it that too sometimes.  Do you guys not have the word autumn, or do you just not use it?"

"I've never heard of it," Erica replied, shuddering at another cold gust of wind.  "It sounds cool, though; like the name of someone in a fantasy book.”  She shrugged and settled back down.  “That's so weird.  I wonder why, out of every possible difference between our worlds, your world changed the name of one season.  Hell, we could've ended up speaking two entirely different languages, being from other realities and whatnot.  Clearly you know about summer and winter, because you just mentioned them, but do you have a spring, or do you call it something else?"  "No, we still call it spring, and some people do call autumn fall; the names are interchangeable."  "That's so strange," Erica mused, "And it's just the one season that has two names like that?"  "Yup."  "Wow.  I wonder what other differences there are, besides all the brands you can't recognize.  I know about those.  I tried teaching them to you, remember?  Back when I refused to sleep?"  "I remember."

Memories just started to take my mind before Erica suddenly whimpered, bringing me back in an instant.  "Are you alright?" I asked, glancing to the side to see her.  "Yeah, I'm just cold.  Can I sit in your hands?  Maybe that'll warm me up."  "I doubt that," I said, blowing on my fingertips and rubbing my hands together, "My hands are freezing too.  My neck is definitely warmer."  Erica grumbled angrily.  "It's warm, but not nearly warm enough."  We were silent for a while, but then Erica started chuckling softly to herself.  I could hear it since she was so close to my ear.  

“What’s so funny?” I asked, amused.  “Just an idea.  I know you won’t agree to it though.”  “Try me.”  I could feel her shift nervously on my shoulder.  “It wasn’t even a real option.  Don’t bother with it,” she added, backing down.  

Erica’s rarely one to back down from something, so I could tell it was something very unreasonable.  Regardless, I wanted to know.  “So, what is it?”  “I was just thinking.. when you blew on your hands...  Your mouth is probably the warmest place I could stay.”  I rolled my eyes and glanced over at her again.  “You’re getting a bit desperate now, aren’t you?”  She blushed slightly and turned away.  “I told you it was just a thought.”

Sighing, I plucked her off my shoulder and smirked down at her.  “You know, I don’t see why we can’t do that.  Just keep your clothes on this time, alright?”  Erica sat there, shocked.  “That- That isn’t a joke, right?”  “Not unless you want it to be.”  She smiled and shook her head.  I shifted Erica in my grip so she was held between a few fingers instead of my palm.  Bringing her up to my lips, I kissed her lightly before opening my mouth and placing her inside.  It was such a weird sensation.  I could feel her shifting around on top of my tongue, trying to get comfortable.  I’d made sure to swallow as much spit as possible before letting her in, but she still got a bit wet while she found a good spot.

When she finally settled in, she stretched out down the length of my tongue and laughed.  The sound echoed in my mouth.  “This is just so crazy!  Make sure you don’t hold your breath for some reason.  I don’t need to be air deprived again, thanks very much.”  I nodded very slightly, trying to tell her that I understood without speaking or jostling her too much.  

“Oh,” Erica realized disappointedly, “I forgot you can’t talk to me like this.  I was going to ask you how it feels.  How it feels now, and how it feels when we’re.. in bed.  It is a lot warmer in here, though.  I’m not shaking anymore, see?”  Gently, she placed a hand on the surface of my tongue for me to feel.  She was still rather cold — like an ice cube pressed to my tongue.  

To warm her further, I gently lifted her to the roof of my mouth, pressing her snugly between the two surfaces.  Erica’s gasp echoed inside my mouth.  She sighed and stretched, snuggling into me as she got comfortable.  It was beyond weird, letting her ride around like that, but Erica seemed to enjoy it, and I didn’t mind having her there seeing how happy it made her.

It didn’t take long for her to get properly warmed up.  Only minutes later, she called for me to release her from her spot tucked away near the top of my mouth.  She sat there and talked to me for a while as walked.  I was still just as cold, but the trip was a bit more bearable when I could distract myself by listening to her.  However, without being able to respond, our conversations soon came to a quiet end.

Already bored, Erica got up and wandered around the space.  Sidling up to my cheek, she reached out and hesitantly felt the thick bone of my teeth, wondering at every little thing because it was such a new place to be.  At one point, I opened my jaws just slightly and bit her hand between them playfully.  It was a soft bite, barely enough to even be considered a bite at all.  

Erica yelped and yanked her arm backwards.  “What the hell?!” she gasped in playful accusation, “Fucking scary…”  Moving away from my dangerous incisors, she grumbled as I laughed at her reaction.

Slowly, she made her way to the back of my mouth and, idiotically, knelt right at the edge of my throat to peer in.  It made me nervous, but it wasn’t that bad.  Then she slid her legs tentatively down it.  

I coughed and swallowed reflexively, muscles trying to clear my airways.  Erica let out a cry of fear, realizing the danger she put herself in.  She tried to scoot backwards, but nothing caught on the slick surface of my mouth.  With a muffled scream, Erica slipped down my throat.  

Everything stopped with a sudden jolt as cold terror spiked through my veins.  The feeling of her body lodged in my throat was nauseating, like I'd tried to swallow too big a bite, which I technically had.  Erica struggled, sliding deeper and deeper.  I gagged on her, doubling over and coughing relentlessly.  I could feel her right at the bottom of my throat where my neck reached my chest.  The spot hurt like something was caught on it; Erica was likely holding on for her life.  

Desperately, I tried to cough her back up, but I was choking and slowly suffocating.  My reflexes took action and swallowed, instead.  The feeling vanished.  I could breathe again.  The weight of a large bite slid down into me and dissipated into my stomach.  Seconds later, a long horror-film-sounding shriek reverberated inside of me.

“E- Erica?” I whimpered, horrified.  She started yelling — screaming fearfully at me, though it was too muffled for me to understand.  Her hands pounded desperately against me from within, chilling me to my core.  Bile rose up at the thought of her being digested — left to slowly die while I would be standing here, sitting in the silent horror of what I’d done.

In seconds, new terror came over me.  She’d been thrashing around before — clawing at my stomach lining.  She wasn’t anymore.  My stomach churned awfully, vomit causing me to double over on the ground.  It was terrifyingly hard to keep myself from panicking, but I knew if I gave in to that it would be too late for Erica.  I shakily pressed my fingers down my throat to set off my gag reflex, and in a sickening heave, I hacked up the contents of my stomach.  Erica fell limply to the ground along with bits of other digested things.

Oh god, she’s not moving!  She’s-!  It took a few seconds, but Erica quickly regained consciousness once she was back outside.  She startled awake with a shuddering gasp.  Immediately, Erica scrambled away from the awful pile of bile and collapsed in the grass, breathing hard.  Thankfully, she’d only passed out, but she had a few awful raw patches of skin that looked like carpet burn — the patches of her body that had already begun to be digested.

The whole incident couldn’t have lasted longer than a minute or two, but it was still one of the most terrifying experiences I’d ever had.  I sat back numbly, so shook that my eyes began tearing up. 

“You…  You almost ate me,” Erica whispered, sitting up on shaking arms.  I shuddered, horrible what-if’s drifting through my mind.  “I really shouldn’t have tried to look down your throat.  Thinking that back…  That wasn’t a smart idea.”

Her idiotic remark seized my brain in a sudden burst of fiery anger.  “You think so?!” I yelled at her, watching as she flinched horribly because of it.  “What is wrong with you?!  I almost digested you alive!  Do you understand how painful that would have been for you!?  Do you understand how everything I’ve done and worked for would mean nothing if that happened?!  Do you understand how horrible of a human being I would be if I’d done that?!  You can’t just-”  Tears slid down my cheeks and my breath hitched, cutting me off there.  

“You have to be careful,” I told her through a sob, “I know you trust that I won’t hurt you, but you can’t be so careless with me.  Just because I don’t want to hurt you doesn’t mean I can’t.”  Erica was silent for a long time.  She took her duffel bag and quietly changed into new clothes that would cover up her raw skin, struck mute by what I’d said.  Ivan and the others caught up to us, but by then we’d both managed to clean ourselves up.  

Lying that I’d accidentally choked on a flock of birds that happened to fly by too close to me as I yawned, I continued on in sullen silence.  Erica lagged behind, stunned and scared and still processing what had happened.  I was too.  

When we stopped to let everyone eat lunch I tried to make a bit of small talk to ensure no one suspected anything.  I didn’t feel like eating, though.  Erica hadn’t touched her food either.

Continuing our walk towards the next town, she came back.  Erica landed on the furthest edge of my shoulder, avoiding my eyes.  "I'm sorry."  We both said it at the same time.  There was a brief, awkward silence before anyone spoke.

"I'm sorry, Alexis.  I.. I was being stupid.  I shouldn't have done that.  Putting my life in danger for something dumb, I mean — I do that all the time.  But it isn't fair to you when those dumb things involve you.  I don't want you to feel like you almost got me killed, because you didn't.  I did.  And I hate that it would look like your fault if my dumbass died."  I turned to look at her, slightly shocked.  "I didn't mean to yell at you earlier.  It's just-"  "No.  You were right to yell at me.  I need someone like you to yell at me whenever I do stupid shit like that.  Sorry.  For scaring you."  

Erica's right, I am scared, even now.  I could still feel the horrible stretching feeling of her little body sliding downwards to oblivion inside my neck.  Bile was already building at the back of my throat at the thought.  Tears sprung to my eyes unexpectedly, and soon I was full-on crying.

Thankfully, the group couldn't see.  I'd purposefully walked further ahead than I should be.  I could feel this breakdown coming at any moment, and I didn't want anyone to see it.  I stumbled with my blurry-eyed vision and fell to the ground, not bothering to get up as I sobbed.  Erica gasped and I quickly rubbed the tears from my eyes to see her.  

Eyes wide with worry, she had her hands lightly pressed to her open mouth, covering a bit of her concern, but not much.  Just as quickly as my vision cleared, it fuzzed over again.  I reached for her, wanting someone to hold me, but I only began crying harder as I realized that was impossible.  My hand slowly drifted back to my chest.  Nothing but fuzzy shapes and colors were visible to me then.

However, I felt Erica pull herself close to me, trying to hug as much of me as she could.  It wasn't very much, but I was grateful nonetheless.  I curled up around her and cried for a while.  

It wasn't just about that little scare.  I was so tired of stressing constantly.  The terrible fear that an unknown amount of portal giants could come attack me at any second — the horrible knowledge that there were likely thousands of towns and little bunkers that I'd never save — that little scare was the final weight that tipped the balance.  I would say Erica didn’t understand, but she was a part of everything too, so maybe she did.  Maybe that was why she was holding me so tightly.

I managed to pull myself together a little while later.  It was too late to pretend nothing happened; the others could see me on the ground by then, but I could at least pretend that didn't happen.  Sitting up slowly, I moved Erica into my hands and whispered a quiet 'thank you', holding her clasped gently in my fingers like a version of a hug.  It looked like she'd been crying too.

By the time everyone arrived, both of us pretended that we were fine.  When Ivan asked what happened, I told him that I'd tripped and fell to the ground, and he believed me.  I did tend to trip on things too small for me to have noticed, so my answer was rather believable, and no one questioned it.  We were almost to the next town, too.  It was a city, actually.  Or rather.. a town that had become a city.  

The original town was surrounded by makeshift tents and lean tos, turning it into a canvas city.  A few people who helped run the place greeted me when I arrived.  At my request, Ash and his family were given somewhere comfortable to stay.  Ivan went off to do his thing — getting somewhere for me to set up camp, and working out the details of my citywide protection.

A spot was already left for me.  The town had asked me to come, after all.  A woman drove up to me in an ATV after Ivan left.  She escorted me around the outskirts of everything and brought me to the empty field they’d left open.  It was a bit smaller than what I needed, and she apologized for the lack of space.  They needed as much of it as they could get for all the refugees.  

Before I sat down and started unpacking, I asked the woman who guided me there for a list of things that they might need from me — or tasks to be done.  She said she’d get back to me with one, and drove off back the way she came.  Erica and I were left alone, though most of the space around us was filled with tents.  “Are you alright?” she asked me as I unpacked.  “Yeah, I’m just stressed, you know?”  She nodded and took her duffel bag to set up her own spot under the trees, trying to give me as much room as possible in the already tight space.

Erica finished quickly and came to help me sort through everything.  The woman returned briefly with a small scribbled list, and we got to preparing a few things with the boxes I carried.  

We sorted things out in awkward silence until Ivan returned.  Once dinner rolled around, I brought out a bunch of food and left it for the city to enjoy, leaving for a less crowded spot.  Erica tried to follow me, but I asked her to stay behind and help out instead.  I needed to be alone.  

The time to myself was much needed, and much appreciated.  I hadn’t had a moment of time alone in weeks, and it was partially driving me crazy.  My added stress just made things worse.  It was nice to have a while to myself to think through everything.  

The sky darkened, and I lay watching the stars.  I’d always been fascinated by the night sky in my own world, but here it was even more interesting.  The stars were completely different here — different constellations, different colors — I watched it for hours and collected my thoughts.

When at last I returned to go to bed, I was slightly disappointed by the small space and thought briefly of leaving and making camp a bit further out.  However, I couldn’t leave the city now that I’d come offering protection.  How would it look if a portal opened there and I was gone?

Both Erica and Ivan must’ve been asleep when I got there, because no one addressed my return.  It wasn’t long before I was out too.  

The following day was a busy one; everyone had a request for me, from simple tasks that required heavy lifting, to another ask to scout the perimeter yet again.  Ash came to see me while I was working on delivering some building supplies.  

“Hey!  I never got to thank you for taking us here yesterday!” he called.  “We have a nice apartment now, thanks to you.  It seems like knowin’ you has some perks.”  I chuckled, and he followed me until I dropped off the supplies where they needed to be.  “Hop on,” I offered, holding out my hand.  He happily clambered up. 

“Woah, so this is what the town looks like to you?” Ash mused once I began walking, looking out over the expanse of buildings and tents before us.  “Yep, this is it.”  “You know, a lot of people down there are like us — me and my family.  They were all livin’ on farmland between little towns and nowhere ‘fore the portals appeared.”  “You lived on a farm?”  “Yeah, I’ll admit I’m a farm boy.  Well, I used to be...  Thank you, again, for gettin’ us out of that bunker.”  I smiled, “You’re welcome.  All in a day’s work when you’re saving the world.”  We talked for a bit as I roamed around, waiting for an opening for my barrier to be made.  Ash became more and more comfortable riding with me as we talked.  Eventually, he asked me to drop him off when I neared his new home, and I returned to my camp afterward.

Erica was there, pacing around restlessly.  “Hey,” I addressed her.  The moment I spoke, she froze.  “I was a bit busy dealing with my own issues yesterday, I forgot to ask you about yours.”  I sat down beside her and held out my hand.  I didn’t even have to lower it.  She just jumped up onto my palm like a platform.

“Are you alright?  It must’ve been.. terrifying going through that yesterday.  How are you?”  Erica shuddered slightly at the memory, reaching out for one of my fingers and hugging it to herself.  “I’m alright.  I couldn’t sleep last night, though.  I saw you come back late, but I didn’t want to bother you.  How was your night alone?”  

I thought back to how peaceful everything seemed.  “It was good for me; I think I needed a break.”  I lifted her to my shoulder and snuggled her close to me.  “If you can’t sleep, we could go on that sightseeing trip tonight.  I’m putting up the barrier this afternoon, so the city will be safe.  We don’t have to do much if you don’t want to.  I just think it’ll be a nice change of scenery.”  I felt her curl up beside me.  “That sounds nice.”  “Doesn’t it?” I agreed with a sigh.

That day, while everyone celebrated the barrier being erected, I snuck off to somewhere completely empty with Erica.  She lay on top of me as I lay on my back, gazing up at the sky.  It wasn’t quite dark yet, but I wanted to get away the moment the celebrations began.  In all honesty, I wanted to get Erica away from the celebrations.  Just in case.  

She’d been nervously twirling her hair around and around, decidedly not looking at me as we lay in silence.  We sat there for a long while before I pulled her up to my face and kissed her delicately. 

“Don’t get too upset over what happened, little love,” I told her softly, “I just don’t want you to get yourself hurt.  Never stop being you.”  I chuckled and kissed her with a bit more passion, “I like it when you get fiesty anyways; anything less and I won’t feel it.”  Erica turned around with a slightly shocked expression before laughing aloud and turning to face me.  “What did I do to deserve you?” she asked, leaning in to kiss me back.  I pulled her closer, pressing her whole face against my lips.  Erica made a soft noise and leaned into me, I could faintly feel her little tongue slide inside my mouth.

I gave her some love for a while.  I think she needed it just as badly as I needed some time away.  Later that evening, she backed off of me and we took a break to actually look at the stars.  “I’m sorry, again, for everything," Erica apologized, "I wish I could go back and just… decide not to do that.  Then you wouldn’t want to get away from me.”  Sighing, I pulled her into my hands, threading her little body between my fingers before carefully caressing her cheek, swiping her hair away from her face.

"Oh Erica, you aren't the reason I need a break.  It's everything else," I explained gently.  "It's the constant work and stress that comes with trying to save town after town from being destroyed.  I keep promising people that I'll bring back everyone who was kidnaped, but-"  I paused to sit up and take a breath while Erica stood raptly in my hand.  "What if.. What if they're all dead?  What if I can't bring them back?  I get that I'm already saving people by being out here, which is stressful enough, but I said I'd bring everyone home…"  

Erica sorrowfully took my head in her hands.  "They can't be killing them," she tried to assure me.  "They wouldn't bother taking them if that's what they wanted.  They would just be destroying everything.  I think they said something about studying us, right?"  I took a shuddering breath, realizing that she was probably right.

"I'm sorry you're stressed, and I'm sorry I made things worse yesterday, but Alexis..  it isn't just you.  Everyone's stressed.  Look at all the people who live in those tents who don't even have homes anymore, like me at first.  What about Ash and his family?  They were worried about surviving a single day without starving to death.  I get that you carry a lot of weight on your shoulders, but we all do.  By doing this, we're saving people from that kind of worry.  Your barriers give everyone the luxury of a break, kind of like the one you took last night."  I understood what she meant, but I still wanted it to be over.  Though, I guess everyone did.

"You're right," I realized aloud, "I know I have to do this, or at least continue trying.  But.. some days I feel like I've been worked to the bone."  Erica gave a quick little nod.  "You do deserve some down time, and I..  Well, I still feel icky about fighting more giants," she offered.  "It’s kinda fun in the moment, but I…  I've been fighting either someone or something my whole life.  I just want to prove I can be gentle with someone for once," Erica confessed, delicately brushing the back of her hand over the side of my face, down my jaw.  "But I usually find that I.. I can't.  Maybe I don't know how."  She whispered the last part softly, like she'd just thought of it, her hand drifting away from me.  I took it between my fingers, guiding her to look back at me after her gaze had wandered off in thought.

"I have no choice but to be gentle," I explained, motioning to her hand delicately pressed between two of my comparatively massive digits.  "I can teach you if you want."  I watched lovingly as a soft smile spread across Erica's face.  "Yes, please."  

I rolled onto my side and brought her with me.  Erica snuggled up to my body as I did so, her back pressed against my neck.  My hand drifted to her waist, delicately holding her close.  One gentle finger reached behind her and rubbed comforting circles into her back.  I could hear her sigh beneath me, and felt her shudder beneath my hand.

We were both partially asleep when an explosion rattled the quiet air.  I grumbled, annoyed by the sound.  "What was that?" Erica mumbled.  "A firework, probably," I responded tiredly.  "Just one?"  Briefly I listened for more explosions before realizing it couldn't have been a firework.  Flammable things like that weren't allowed anywhere near the new town — the tents could too easily catch fire.  

I sat up and squinted at the direction of the buildings.  Nothing too out of the ordinary seemed to be happening there.  However, turning in the other direction, I saw the glowing light of flames casting eerie splintered shadows far off to the east.

"S- Something's on fire," I realized, snapping out of my drowsiness.  "Erica, I think something just exploded over there."  Now she was up too, standing on her toes trying to see what I was talking about.  Finding nothing, she gave that up and jumped up to my shoulder, scanning the horizon from a better vantage point.  "Wow, something did blow up!" Erica exclaimed, "But what's even out there that can explode?"  I shrugged slightly, "Let's go find out."

[clumsiestgiantess]

We all toss around the same daydreams, but occasionally someone will flip the pov to their liking (the cycle continues indefinitely)

whenever i make a post about being tiny or a scenario from a tiny pov and people reply like “me but i’m the giant :)” that’s like. my favorite thing. i LOVE hearing from giants who love to be giant. it’s so cute y’all daydream the same scenarios but the other way around. giants i love u

[clumsiestgiantess]

Had a g/t dream where there was a cursed group of people living in a cursed dollhouse.  It’s super complex and intricate inside but that’s how it gets you — the longer you stay fascinated by it/stay near it, the more doll-like you become.  

I was fascinated by it for a while so I think that’s how I as able to hear them speaking in their heads.  The people trapped as dolls were too far gone to do much of anything — couldn’t move themselves or make a sound.  Some of them were plushies instead of dolls, and they were each a little different so perhaps your look has to do with your personality?

Anyway, I was staring at a more realistic one to examine its details, wishing it would come to life because g/t, and it starts wishing that I can hear it’s alive.  Throughout the dream it’s never quite made clear whether I was imagining them being real (because nothing moves or responds) or if they actually were speaking to me.

Two of them I remember especially well.  There’s a young woman who’s a more realistic plastic doll — the first one I come in contact with — who, after realizing I can hear her, refuses to leave my side because she’s been scared for a long time of being so quiet and unable to speak with anyone.

Another guy is a stuffed rabbit — looks kinda like a jellycat plush.  He’s really distant from me and never speaks, there’s just images that flash through my head from him every so often.  I feel bad for him.  Eventually I get images of his backstory after coaxing him to try to get a friendship going (or even a conversation going).  Basically he was in a bad household growing up, and tended to hide in the closet.  I’m not sure how the dollhouse ended up in the closet but he’d never actually seen it before, it just enchanted him because he was always around it.