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It's been 10 thousand years

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Welcome to Sewer City, a city deep in New York City's sewers populated by borrowers.

19/03/25

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Quincy and the forest giant part 12

Hey! I'm back from my writing hiatus with a new part of the story I was writing before it. It should be finished in a few parts I think. Before that, I'm gonna try writing one-offs again. Anyway, hope you like this part, criticism is appreciated!

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I couldn’t get any sleep that night, neither did Ella, from what I could tell. After our talk, she placed me before the window like the night before, on top a blanket for me to sleep on. She went on the couch across the room, but she didn’t fall asleep, nor was she trying to. I could see the back of her head where she was sitting on the couch, normally. She was looking down at something, I wondered what it was. There was no light in the room, apart from moonlight coming from outside, which barely made it to where she was. Laying down, I heard some sound coming from where she was. It was something like paper flipping almost, except the paper sounded thicker and less floppy almost. Ella is reading something, I thought to myself. How could she be reading with no light though? I thought about her eyes, how big they were, almost like puddles. Owls can apparently see in the dark with their big eyes, that is what they said in school at least. The bigger eyes allow more light to enter, essentially giving the owls night vision. Ellas eyes were way bigger than an owls, I thought. They were at least bigger than the size of someone's head. She would definitely be able to see in darkness like this easily. I thought to myself and stared upward at the ceiling, the sound of her turning paper every so often behind me. 

I wondered what she could've been reading, maybe some classic novel that whatever company had her stuck here printed out a giant copy of for her to read in her off time. Maybe it was something specifically made by the company, like a manual, or directions of some kind. Maybe it was a childcare book she was reading to take care of me, I thought to myself. Ella said they wanted me to stay with her to deal with her isolation, and to end up doing something to me, possibly similar to what they did to her. I was worried about that, being grown the same way she was. I thought about what it would be like to experience the growing process. To be stabbed with some needle or shot with some growth-ray or whatever. And then to go through “growing pains,” as Ella called them. She said they weren’t that bad when she was describing them to me, but the way she looked, the way she rubbed her arm, how she shuddered thinking back to them, it was obvious she was lying. 

What would it feel like, I thought. The bones become bigger, the muscle stretching under the skin, causing it to break. Pain in your arms and legs from using them while they're growing, your spine becoming longer, it didn’t sound pleasant. Not to mention Ella said that Derrick went through the same thing, and didn’t survive. That scared me the most, dying from your bones or muscles becoming too big for your skin and breaking out, or starving from not eating enough after your body uses up its energy growing, that would be terrifying. There was a pit in my stomach from thinking about it, imagining how it would feel. I shuddered. Ella said that those people, Amber and whatever company she worked for, wanted to do that to me. I didn’t want that to happen, solely because of the pain and risk alone. I didn’t really know what I wanted at that point. I thought I wanted to go home, but what would even be there for me, I thought. Going from home to home in foster care, never talking to anyone, I was alone there, just like Ella was alone here. I guess I still had it better there, I thought, but there was something about things that made me feel…weird…at the thought of going back. Something that made me feel apprehensive about it. I sat up, still on top of the massive folded up blanket on the window still, 2 stories high on a table before it. I could see the back of her head still, she was still sitting on the couch, reading something presumably. She looked awake. I said her name,

“...Ella…..” I said. 

There was no reaction. The back of her brownish hair barely moved at all to my speech. I spoke again. 

“Ella,” I said, a bit louder.

She must have heard me that time. Her ears perked up and she slowly glanced behind her, before silently getting up from the couch, putting down whatever massive book she was reading, and walking towards me, getting on her knees before the table I was on. Her eyes reflected the moonlight. I could see bags and wrinkles under them. 

“Quincy, what's wrong? Did you call for me?” she asked. Her voice was soft and tired, but still loud enough due to her size that I heard it fine. “Why are you still up?” the giant asked me.

“....I can’t fall asleep,” I said, looking up at her. She sighed.

“Me neither,”

“Can we talk for a little bit?” I asked. Ella leaned on the table, sitting her head on her arms.

“Yeah…what's up?” she said, still tired.

“...so…earlier, when you were telling me about..what happened to you…” I started, “when you lost your temper…you….hurt someone…didn’t you….?” I asked sheepishly. Ella sighed and closed her eyes. She looked sad, almost regretful. 

“I hurt a lot of people,” the giant said, “I didn’t want to….it was like I wasn’t thinking…like I was blind….I still don’t know if it was because of the side effects or if it was just me…they never told me,” Ella took her head off the table and switched to holding it with her hand while leaning on the surface with her elbow. “You….can guess what ended up happening, right?” she said, sorrowfully.

“...when people disappeared in the wood to investigate the sounds coming from there,” I said, knowingly, “...yeah….I…figured that out,”

“Quincy,” Ella looked down, her voice pleading, “....I….I really am….I….I’m so….sorry….I’m sorry about what I did,” she said, holding her head with both hands now, “...the people from your town…your parents….”

“It's okay,” I said, touching the bottom of her elbow as it was against the table, still looking up at her. “It's okay, Ella. it's not your fault it happened,”

“It is…” Ella said, covering her face with her hands now, “I…I… killed people…I didn’t even realize it….I was killing people…”

“It's not your fault Ella,” I said, not knowing what else to say to console her, “you were changed into something, and you lost someone, and you were sad…and the hormones from what they put in you…they…” I tried thinking of the right words, my mind blanked. “It's not your fault, Ella.” I said again. “You…you don’t deserve this.”

“I killed people, Quincy.” Ella said, tired and weakly, her voice a mix of sadness and emptiness- depression, “I killed random people in the woods during a rampage without realizing it…I killed your parents without realizing it,” she said, her voice cracking, “yesterday I nearly killed you. Nothing changed.” she looked down, her hair blocking some of her face so I couldn’t see it.

“Ella…” I said, worried.

“I’m a monster, Quincy.” she said, empty. “I deserve to be alone. I deserve to be here, I deserved to have this happen to me, but you don’t.” the giant said, “you don’t deserve to be trapped here with a monster,” she said, pausing for a moment. 

She looked at me. Her eyes were wet. Her voice was still calm, her lip washing shaking, she wasn’t gasping for air between words, her eyes were simply watery. 

“I promise I’ll get you back home. I promise. You don’t deserve what happened to me.” she said quietly, before standing up to her full, towering height, and walking away from the window still.

“Ella…” I said, reaching out my hand as she walked away. She went back to the couch and laid down, falling asleep. I kept standing there, not being able to see her any more. The words still laid on my tongue and repeated in my head.

“You're not a monster…”

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"You're not dangerous."

"Tell that to all the people who are dead because of me."

"That wasn't you. Not really."

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Some drawings of my sona

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For the self-insert qna:

What's with the mask?

“The…the mask? Oh…um……I just…..don’t like people seeing my face, is all…..people seeing me…”

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Eeepy~ (ANIMATED :))

Figured I'd upload something cute after the more intense post yesterday lol

It's my first time doing animation! let me know if I can improve anywhere, please don't hesitate i know it's not perfect and id like to learn :P

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Ok, I'm ready to write lore about my self insert now,

Ask me questions about this guy and I'll respond to them, maybe in character, maybe not. Might draw things for some of them, idk

(art by @oversized-artist, I'm trying to get back into the community again after being gone for so long)

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im back

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I wrote it

Idea I might make into a story:

So you know fae or fairy's kidnap human children sometimes in mythology? What if the reason they did that was to shrink the children down to their size, and give them wings and magic, turning them into fae.

So one day, a young fairy finds out how fae are made, and runs away to find their human parents.

I'd love to write something like this myself, but feel free to use this concept (and if you end up making anything, tag me in it 👍)

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Fae (part 1)

Hi! Sorry I've haven't posted any writing lately, I've been focused on other stuff and also kinda had writers block. I'm back now though, and I finally wrote that story about the fairy going to find it's human parent I said I'd write months ago. Here it is, hope you enjoy it, criticism is appreciated.

TW: child kidnapping, mentioned cannibalism (not what you expect, also no actual cannibalism,) tiny being put in a jar.

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They knocked on the door. There wasn’t any response, probably because the knock was so quiet due to the size of their fist. they tried knocking again, before straight flying directly into the door, which hurt. The fae looked down at the ground, finding a rock that seemed to be the size of a human’s hand, more or less. They lifted the rock up using their magic, which was hard to do and tiring. They chucked the rock at the door, making a knocking sound much louder than when the fairy tried to knock normally, but there still wasn’t a response. The fae started to wonder if the human was even home. They flew away from the door and went around the house, coming to a front window. They tried knocking on it like they did the door, hoping it would make a bigger sound, but it didn’t. The fae shrugged and began to levitate a rock again, banging it into the glass to make a bigger sound, and it did. It also ended up breaking the window, which surprised the fairy. 

“...oh…” 

The human who owned the house the fae had gone to immediately went running to the sound of broken glass, only to gasp and back away upon seeing the fae floating outside. The fae cleared their throat and went inside,

“Um…ahem, greetings, human…apologize about the window,” the fairy said awkwardly. The human woman backed away to the edge of the room.

“Wh-what are you doing here? Get out of my house, you…minature beast!” the woman said, trying to get away. The fae followed her.

“Oh, don’t be alarmed, I’m not here to cause harm to you, miss, um, it was Yeller, right? Mrs. Yeller?” the fairy said, flying closer to her. The woman backed against a kitchen table. She turned to look at it for a moment, before grabbing a dinner knife that was set there and pointing it at the fae.

“You- you already know my name? How?” Ms. Yeller asked, shaking while holding the knife in defense. “Your not the same fairy that tricked me those years ago,”

“Actually, I’m that fae child…well, not really, but they raised me,” the fae said, flying past the woman, who kept pointing the knife at them. The fae landed on the table and stopped their flight. The woman calmed down slightly.

“What the hell do you want from me? My second born child?” the woman asked.

“Funny you should say tha-”

“You already took everything! What reason do you things have to come back in my life?” the woman cut the face off. They cleared their throat.

“Ma’am, I’m just here to talk to you. I came on my own accord, not my parents, not the rest of the fae colony, I just came here to meet you,” the fae said. The woman lowered the knife and looked at the fairy confused.

“Meet me? Why? What's so special about me?” the woman asked, “I’m sure there are plenty of random humans who wandered the forest and had their name and first child stolen from them by fairies like you. What, are you here to apologize for your species?” she crossed her arms.

“Well…in a way,” the fae looked down at the table under their feet. They gulped before saying, “...I’m your son,”

The woman looked at the fairy on the table, dumbfounded. She squinted at them.

“...you?” she asked, “your my ... .what?”

“Your son,” the fae repeated, “I am the being which came from your womb all those years ago,”

“You mean…the baby that the fairies took from me?” the woman asked skeptically, “but…that's not….you couldn’t be my son, your a fairy yourself,”

“Yes, of course I am. I was your son, then they took me, and now I'm a fae, er, fairy, if that's what you humans call us,”

“Did ... .did they turn you into…” the woman was still shocked and in disbelief from this… this creature, claiming to be her son. Squinting at it, they almost looked similar to her, same tan-ish skin, same crooked nose, similar hair color, but it just couldn’t be possible, could it? It was surely just another fairy coming to mock her, like they did to all humans. Some scheme that would end with her being cursed and heartbroken again.

“You seem confused, maybe we should sit down and talk about it. We have plenty to catch up on, after all,” the fae said, smiling up at their supposed mother. The woman looked down at them for a second,

“Uh, yes, yes, of course, um, I was actually just…drinking tea outside, we should speak out there,” the woman said, stepping away from the table, “I’ll…get you a bottle cap or something,”

“That sounds wonderful, thanks, mother,” the fae said, floating upward, causing the woman to flinch backward slightly. The fae turned and flew around to the sliding glass door where a table was outside, leaving a glow behind them. The woman watched the fae go outside, suspicious of them, before grabbing a thimble from her kitchen drawer for the fae to drink from, as well as a lid to a jar.

“...so, uh, what's your n- I mean, what do they…what should I call you,” the woman asked the fae. They were both outside now, sitting at a table in the woman's backyard. She was trying to precisely pour just the right amount of tea into the thimble for the fae, which was sitting on a hardcover book the woman had brought outside to read.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about the name thing,” the fae said, taking their thimble, “humans don’t receive any power over someone upon hearing a faes name, it's only the other way around.”

“That's…very reassuring,” the human said sarcastically, though the fae didn’t seem to notice.

“You may call me Fern, that's roughly what my name is in fae-talk.” the fairy said, their wings fluttering in place, “what's your name, mother?”

“Its….” the human paused for a moment, “...don’t you already know? You said my last name was Yeller,”

“Your last name was all I was able to find out,” Fern said, “fae-folk are very secretive of mortals- I mean, of human names when it comes to other fae, it's what gives them power over that human in particular, after all.”

“Hmm…if I tell you my name, won’t  you have control over me?” the woman asked,

“No- well, yes,” the fae said, “but I won’t do anything to you, I promise! I don’t have any reason to curse or torture you or anything, your my mother, you can trust me with your name,”

“Hmm, no thanks,” the woman said, “the last time fairies knew what my name was, well, you know what happened.”

“Oh..very well then,” Fern said, disappointed. “Oh, what shall I call you instead? Mother? Mom? Ma’am? Mrs. Yeller?”

“Call me whatever,” the woman said,

“Okay Whatever,” the fae snickered, “hehe, I’m only joking, shall I call you Ma’am?”

“That's fine,” the woman said, taking a sip of tea from a jar. “So, Fern, can you explain just…how the hell you're supposed to be my son?”

“Well, plenty of mammals, including you humans, have a mating ritual where a male impregnates the female via contact between both parties genitalia and the mixing of sperm and egg,” Fern explained in a ‘matter of fact’ type of way, “the mixture develops within the female womb for a set period of time, and then a new being is born combining traits from both parties. You likely took part in the ritual without realizing it, probably for the physical pleasure you and your mate would have received from it,”

“....wh….”the woman stared dumbfounded at the fae on the table. They looked what, 12, 13 years old by human standards? The fact that her son was lost 16 years ago aside, it was so wield hearing that description by something seeming so small and young. She didn’t know what to say at first. “Wh….wha-what? No, I know what ... .I mean why are you a fae,” the woman said, " I mean ... .why are you five inches tall, and have wings?”

“Oh, that makes more sense,” Fern rubbed their arm and looked down, embarrassed, “well, us fae don’t reproduce the same way humans do. To make more fae, we take human infants and shrink them with our magic, and give them wings and teach them how to use the magic we have.”

“So every fairy in existence is just a shrunken human with wings raised to be a magic user?” the woman asked,

“Oh, Fae magic is much different than the magic your wizards and witches use,” Fern said. “Much more sophisticated, we have no need for wands or potions or any of that nonsense.”

“Still…sorta throws your whole belief about fae being superior out the window if your all just shrunken humans,” the woman said,

“Well, fae aren’t just shrunk down when being created, there are other changes made to the infant in question,” Fern said, “uh, that aside, I don’t see all humans as inferior to us fae…not you at least,”

“Right,” the woman took another sip before continuing, “so thats why you kidnap children? Thats the only reason?”

“Hmm, yes, esentialy.” fern shruged.

“You don’t like, keep the children as pets or slaves, or eat them, or turn their bones into your magic dust or whatever?” the woman said,

“No, no, of course not! What use would we have for human children to be enslaved anyways? It would be impractical,” Fern said, “as for eating you, you’d taste terrible. not even canibalistic colonies of fae who do like the taste of humans would kidnap them to keep as livestock, that's absurd.”

“So why are you here anyway?” the woman asked. “If you were turned into a fairy and spent your whole life as one, why would you care about your human mother?”

“Well, I only just recently learned about how fae come to be, and well, I was just so curious about what my actual mother was like,” Fern said as the woman drank more tea, “so I asked around the colony, found your last name and the place you lived, and ran off to meet you,”

“Really? You were just…curious?” The woman asked,

“Well…oh, I’ve always had a soft spot for humans, and I’m not the most popular with the other fae, so when I found out that I came from you, I thought maybe…I’d come here, and…um…” the fae looked down and figeted with their hands, a nervous smile on their face, “I….may I stay with you, ma’am?” 

“You….you want to stay here?!?” the woman asked, confused.

“Yes, you are my mother, after all,” Fern started to explain, “the rest of the colony hates me, even the fae who took me from you originally is disappointed in me, I’m unhappy there, and I want to be with my real mother. Would that be okay, ma’am?” 

“I…” the woman stuttered, “I don’t know what to say…you want me to adopt you?”

“Well, I’m your son, aren’t I? You wanted to raise me before I was taken, right?” Fern asked,

“Yes, but-”

“Now I’m here, and we can be together.” Fern interrupted her, “I know I’m small now, but I can fly and use magic, isn’t that a good thing? I can be useful for you, wouldn’t you want that mom?” fern pleaded with her eyes. “I mean…ma’am?” the woman looked down at them, thinking for a second. The fairy seemed genuine, and their story seemed like it could be true. But this was just how fairies get their prey, she thought. They act innocent, like miniscule children that want to play a game, or make a deal or give advice, and then they toreture and steal and torment you just because they can. For all the woman knew, this fae was doing the same.

“...how….how can I trust you?” the woman asked,

“Um…you have to trust me,” the fae said, putting their thimble down and standing up from the hardcover book on the table, looking up at the human, “I promise I’m telling the truth, ma’am,”

“But your a fairy,” the woman said, “faerie's entire thing is tricking humans into believing their innocent,” she scowled at the tiny figure below her. Fern sighed,

“...as hurtful as that is, I guess its true,” they said, “but you must believe me, please, I mean no harm, no foul play to you at all! I really want to stay here with you. I really believe I’m your son, ma’am, I’ll do anything to gain your trust.”

“....anything….” the woman looked down at her lap. She took the jar lid the brought out of her pocket. She was going to trap Fern in their by force when the fairy wasn’t looking, but she had other ideas now. She had finished her ice tea. She took a napkin off the table and wiped in inside of the jar she was drinking it from.

“...ma’am, what are you doing?” Fern asked, slightly worried,

“Get in the jar,” the woman said, putting the glass jar on its side for the fae to climb inside of.

“Wh-what?” Fern asked,

“For me to trust you, I need you to trust me. Get in the jar.” the woman said again. 

“But….oh, I’m not sure if you know this but, us fae aren’t really a fan of humans sticking us in jars…” fern explained. “They’re claustrophobic, and hard to breath in, and their made so how magic doesn’t really have an effect in them…”

“I not keeping you in it, just get inside it for now so I can trust you, ok?” the woman said. Fern gulped, and stepped towards the glass container on its side in front of them. They hesitantly ducked below the top of the jar and got inside. It smelled like tea still, but the inside was dry. The woman then put the jar up right and quickly popped on the lid before the fae could react.

“H-huh?” fern went, seeing the lid come on the jar. The jar started to fog up, before the woman poked a handful of holes into the metal lid. “Wh-what are you doing, ma’am?” 

“I’m going to see if I can trust you,” the woman said, holding the jar up to her face. “I’m going to see if you were telling the truth,” she started walking inside with the jar. Fern banged on the jar they were stuck in. Their voice was muffled by the glass.

“Ma’am! Wait, you don’t need to do this! I-if you wanted to go somewhere with me, you couldv’e asked and I wouldv’e come without being trapped!” the woman ignored Fern and picked up her purse off a couch inside. “Is this about the window? Are you angry about that? I can help fix it,” fern said. The woman looked at the fairy through the jar from a moment, before sighing, and putting it in her purse. Ferns voice was muffled more as the woman left oot the door, her purse around her shoulder. Fern kept asking and pleading to be let out and to talk to their capture until eventuary they sighed and grew a sour expression, sitting at the bottom of the jar they were stuck in. 

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Quincy and the forest giant part 11

Sorry this part took so long. This one has some pretty big lore reveals and stuff, so, yeah! Hope you enjoy it! Criticism is appreciated!

Previous part:

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It turns out that venison just tastes like beef. It was a bit more metallic and dry, but overall, it just seemed like normal dark meat. I wasn’t too into it, but it was fine for what it was. I couldn’t tell which actual part of the deer I was eating, the meat was smashed and mangled slightly due to how Ella caught, killed, and prepared it, crushing the deer with her hand and picking the meat off its bones while I looked away, and then just putting the meat over a fire on the counter and ripping it into eatable pieces for me with her fingers. I ate my part paired with the bread, while Ella just put her entire half of the deer meat in her mouth, chewing a shallowing. She was done eating pretty fast. Since she was done, she didn’t have anything to do other than just watch me finish. It felt a little weird, having her just silently loom over me as I ate. Eventually, she said something.

“What do you think?” The giant asked,

“Uh…of the food?” I said, “It's fine, I guess. The meat makes the bread taste better,”

“Yeah, sorry if it's not prepared well, it's only so easy to make meals your size with hands twice your height,” Ella said, looking at her hand compared to me. She leaned on the table with her elbow. “Usually venisons meant to be like, a luxury meal in restaurants and whatnot, so if you ever have it again, it’ll probably taste different than what I made,”

“Hm…have you ever had it like that before?” I asked.

“Huh?” Ella said,

“Um, venison made fancy from a restaurant,” I elaborated, “have you ever tried it?”

“Eh, once,” Ella said, looking up in remembrance, “it was before….y’know,” she looked down.

“Uh, I think I’m full,” I said, “um, you can have the rest of my food if you want,”

“Hmm, I’ll save it for later,” Ella said. “You’ll probably have it either tonight or tomorrow if it's still good by then,” she picked up the rest of the meat and stood up with it, walking over to a cabinet and putting it inside. The door seemed to seal all the air out when she closed it.

“Um, are you sure you’ve had enough?” I asked,

“I’m fine, kid.” Ella said, walking back towards the table I was on.

“But, it seemed like you just took like, a bite,” I said,

“That's just what most of the animals I catch for food are like,” Ella said, “I never have big portions. Usually the most I eat is from the bread they send me,”

“Oh…” I said, "thing for a second, “where does that bread come from, anyways? Uh, why is it so big?”

“They grow wheat, and they make it.” Ella answered, looking to her side. “They use the same growth hormones they use on the trees here. I’m pretty sure it's still experimental though, so all they do with the crop is make bread to feed me with, since growth hormones wouldn’t affect me much, and burn the rest.”

“Oh…does the wheat field have a giant guarding it too?” I asked,

“No, just normal sized people with guns.” Ella sighed, sitting down again. “You saw them when Amber showed up to make you stay here, right? Because of me, they have a lot less of them here.”

“Really? huh….I would've thought they’d have more…” I thought out loud,

“It's not because they trust me, they just know I can’t afford to go against them,” Ella said nonchalantly.

“Can’t afford it?” I wondered,

“A couple of normal sized humans with guns aren’t going to control me, Quincy,” she said, looking down at me. “If anything, having more guards here for me would be a waste. They have other ways to do that.”

“Like…like what?” I asked,

“Don’t worry about it,” Ella said. “It wouldn’t affect you or your town if they did it. Probably.”

“...ok,” I said, looking down. “Um, so…wait, um…so…they have something to…uh, threaten you…into listening to them,” I asked,

“It's not the main reason I listen to them, but yes, it's something they have.” Ella said. “Why do you ask?”

“You…you said you..work for them, right? Um…aren’t you like an employee, or something…?”

Ella almost laughed at my question. She gave a small smirk and looked down to hide it, before looking at me with the same neutral expression she had before.

“Quincy, look at me,” she said, leaning towards me, her massive eyes just above my face. “Do you think I get paid?”

“....well….um,” I rubbed the back of my neck,

“Do you think I go on breaks on the weekend, and go out to the mall, or whatever, and buy new clothes, or go out to eat, or pay taxes?” she asked, her sarcastic smile showing a bit more.

“Um….well, no…” I said, embarrassed, “but, then..what are you to them? Are you like…a slave…? Did they make you?”

“In a way,” Ella said, looking down, leaning back in her chair, “...technically, legally, I’m a ‘volunteer,’” she said in air quotes,

“A volunteer?” I looked up at her confused,

“I technically agreed to all this years ago, it's on a contract and everything,” Ella said.

“But…if you're a volunteer, can’t you just ... .quit?” I asked, “I mean, you don’t seem to…like the company too much…”

“Quit, and do what exactly?” The giant asked, sitting up straight. “I couldn’t just go on with my life being sixty feet tall. I can’t be around people,” she sighed and looked down, leaning back on the table. “They wouldn’t just let me leave, and you already know why I can’t just run away.” she paused for a moment, her eyes facing down, “I shouldn’t be free and around people, anyways,” she murmured to herself,

“Wh-why?” I asked. She looked at me blankly. “Wh-why shouldn’t you be around people?” she kept staring at me emotionless, not stern, not angry or confused or sad, just blankly. She sat up straight again, having her arms on top of each other on the table and looking down, away from me.

“It wouldn’t be safe for them,” Ella said, almost nonchalantly. She blinked twice, her body twitched slightly, seeming uncomfortable. Her eyes contracted, before returning to their normal size when she looked back at me. “I mean, there are a lot of reasons I couldn’t be around people, but it's mainly just that…safety…”

“Well…you wouldn’t hurt anyone purposely, right?” I asked. Ella kept silent, looking away from me, like she was thinking. “...you don’t seem too clumsy…I don’t think you’d crush anything on accident,”

“I’ve never been in a town before,” Ella said, “its alot easier to be careful when it's just grass and trees everywhere, and not buildings and people,”

“Well….you wouldn’t need to be there all the time…” I suggested, before Ella stopped me.

“Quincy, what are you trying to say?” the giant asked, slightly frustrated.

“S-sorry, you just,” I tried to find the right words, “...how often do you get to talk to someone?”

“Like, a couple times a month, I’d say,” Ella said, “mainly calls and reports to Amber. No one else from the company ever says anything. Then there's the occasional stay human from the town, like you. That only happens once a year, and they usually aren’t too interested in making conversation.”

“...um…” I looked down and rubbed my neck, “thats….I don’t think its…good….to only talk to someone twice a month,” I said, “....especially someone you…don’t seem to like at all,” Ella sighed,

“...it's not, is it?” she asked rhetorically, standing up straight again, still looking down. “Maybe that's why they’re so eager to keep you here,” she blinked, muttering something to herself, “idiots,”

I looked up at her as she looked back at me. I bit my lip and spoke up.

“...Ella, do you…” I swallowed my spit, “don’t you think you deserve to…not be alone here?” I asked.

“...what are you talking about?” she asked.

“Like…don’t you deserve to...y’know,” I looked down, “know people? Be able to leave here? Be…happy? Um…..are you happy?” I asked. Ella’s eyes widened. Not in anger, I wasn’t sure what it was out of. I almost thought for a moment she was offended. She let out an exhale, her eyes still open. She looked at herself.

“I don’t.” she said blankly.

“H-huh?” I asked. She was silent for a moment, before she sighed, and started to stand up from her seat at the table, towering tens of feet over me. Before I could react, she lifted me up from under my arms. My heart dropped upon suddenly being lifted, before she dropped me into the palm of her other hand, holding me gently in it. She looked straight forward as she walked up out of the kitchen and into the living room. “What…what are you doing?” I asked, looking up at her. The giant sighed again, still not looking at me. Eventually, she placed me down on the coffee table in front of her couch, before sitting down on the couch herself, sinking into it with her weight, intentionally slouching and holding her head up with her hands. She looked at me with empty eyes.

“I’m ready to tell you now,” Ella said, swallowing as she looked down at me. “You should know…you should really know what I did,” her voice turned stern like it was before,

“Something you did…?” I said aloud. Ella nodded just slightly.

“I ... .there was something I did that ... .something I’ve done that…that isn’t…” I could tell she was having trouble putting her thoughts into words, “something I’m not proud of,” she finally said. “...something I don’t expect you to…forgive me for,” she looked down at her legs sitting on the couch. I backed away slightly.

“What…? Why would I need to….” I started at her, shocked and confused. She cupped her face in her hands before looking down at me again. She swallowed as she began to explain.

“...me and…Derrick,” she bit her lip, pausing between her words, her eyes flickering, “we signed up as volunteers for these tests…where they put the growth hormones they were using on plants…in trees….and they were trying to see how it affected animals and humans…”

“W-why?” I asked during her pause.

“I don’t know…in case they used it in crops, and the hormones affect the humans that ate the crops.” Ella answered, “they injected it into us both, and kept us and ran test for….at least a week, I think. A couple maybe”

“It…it took over a week it to make you grow?” I asked.

“It was slow..well, it felt slow…technically, it was fast…all things considered” Ella said, going on, “my bones got thicker, and denser, and taller, and my flesh and skin stretched around them, and ripped before it grew too,” she described, looking at her hands, before looking back at me, shallowing spit again.

“Did it…hurt?” I asked. Ella rubbed the back of her neck and looked to her side, as if trying to think of a way to sugarcoat it,

“...it was just…growing pains, I guess,” Ella said, “it was sorta like being sore after working out…just, more extreme,” she looked down as she talked. Her face was scruched up a bit as she avoided eye contact. She held her own arm and rubbed her wrist anxoisly. She went on, “Eventuary, I grew to this height, and the growing stopped…so they started doing physical and…yeah, I was pretty much fine…just bigger,” she crossed her arms, holding herself. It was silent for a moment, as if she wanted that to be the end. Like she didn’t want to go passed that point. She just looked down not saying anything. She closed her eyes. I looked up at her from the table, wondering if I should ask or not. It seemed like a touchy thing for her. I decided to just guess what happened, thinking it might be better than asking.

“Um…was Derrick…” I bit my lip, “...not….fine…? I asked carefully. Ella looked down, her eyes seemed wetter than they were usually. She put her hand over her eyes and rubbed them, before looking at me sternly, but not angry or frustrated, not with me at least.

“No…he didn’t….he…didn’t make it through…he’s gone.” she said, stoic. “And I…lost my temper.”

“What….what do you mean?” I asked, confused, and a bit worried at how emotionless she seemed. I noticed her eyeballs were shaking slightly.

“well…I saw that Derrick was…gone…” she said, her eyes still shaky as she looked down away from me. “and…I got…mad…and did something…” her voice seemed shaky now. She cringed trying to keep her stern expression, her eyes twitching and her mouth biting the bottom of her lip. She stared at her hands, moving her fingers up and down..

“What…what did you do…?” I asked, more worried now for myself and her. She just kept looking down, silently. She took a deep breath. Her giant eyes were wet again, the water almost spilling out. Finally, she closed her eyes and stood up before she opened them again. She towered over the coffee table I was on, I was on the samelevel as her calves. Looking up, I couldn’t see what her face looked like, only that she was breathing heavily from the sound and that her hands were rubbing her eyes again. She looked down at me for a second, the water from her eyes visable as ever, almost dripping down on me. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, still covering her face with her hands.

“I…I’m sorry….I need a minute….I’m sorry,”

The giant walked away, I heard the door opening, and Ella stepping outside, leaving me on the coffee table by myself.

[gtbutterfly]

how do you draw your hands so well (even when they’re simplified)? do you use any methods/references or did it just come with practice?

some HANDy advice from your dear sweet uncle

a lot of it does come naturally, but that's due to a lot of practice with REFERENCES(!!!!!!!) and also learning to draw from life, so that if i need a quick reference i can just look at my own hands. practicing simple geometry and foreshortening exercises will help build up your skills to do weirder poses, but at the end of the day it's just shapes

(also in case you've ever wondered why my fingers get so toony and bendy sometimes - it's half stylization and half because i'm double-jointed irl so my built-in references just. do that)

[gtbutterfly]

I drew Ella holding Quincy on her shoulder! It started off as a sketch (on the right) but then I sorta made a whole full page drawing out of it.

[gtbutterfly]

AAAGAGSGSNSJAHAV, THIS IS SO GOOD! Thanks so much, they look so good! Thank you, you really got their designs down well,

Prompt for @gtgotcha4gaza featuring @gtbutterfly 's Ella looking down menacingly at a nervous Quincy!

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