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"Tell me, what is it? What's wrong with me?"

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Happy pride month! For your OC questions thing, 20 + 43 with Nathan, Christopher, and Danny? Or anyone else that you’re itching to talk about :)

🌈 HAPPY PRIDE MONTH INDEED 🌈

Oh boy, this is a funny one only because I have no clue how some of them would actually answer the questions themselves (instead of having their omniscient god explain their inner workings like usual), but I'll try my best!

How would they explain the difference between familial/platonic/romantic love?

Danny: "Uh...I dunno man, I'm probably the worst person to answer this one. All I know is the thought of someone liking me romantically makes me feel like I wanna throw up."

Nathan: "I mean, yeah, there's a difference between...I guess how I feel about my family, and Danny, and Christopher...like, the relationship I have with Danny is way different than my parents. It feels a lot closer...I mean, 'intimate' is a weird word, haha, but...kinda? And...well, romantic love is...haha, um, it's, uh..."

Danny, rolling her eyes: "You're blushing, Nate, good grief."

Nathan: "...I-I don't know how to explain it, I guess, but, um, it's...different, for sure. Like, there's this feeling like butterflies in my stomach, and my heart speeds up, and-"

Danny: "Sounds like a medical condition to me."

Christopher, poking her: "Oh, come on now, doll, you're telling me you've never been in love?"

Danny: "Absolutely not. You two are weird."

Christopher, kissing Nathan's forehead rather deliberately: "Sure we are. And I think you're both overthinking it. I love you and Nathan differently, and that's all there is to it."

Danny, hiding a smile: "Ew, you love me? Gross."

How would my characters define their sexuality?

Danny: "No thanks"

Nathan: "Uh...I like...guys? Just guys. So, um, gay."

Christopher: "Gay, dollface."

(Both also said they were exclusively attracted to giants, but of course, I know that's not true. They just don't know that yet.)

Bonus:

Sam: "I like girls, but I'm not really interested in fucking...but since I'm nonbinary, uh...I usually just say queer. Covers all the bases."

Maria: "Oh, uh...I don't know, I guess I'm still...thinking about it? I don't know, I um, I like guys, of course, but I've...never really thought about it before-"

(She's bi)

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draws myself full of my gf to help me feel better

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A Kiss On The Beach

The sky was a spectacle of gold and pink—a veil of delicate clouds, dyed in the same colors as Iris’s hair. It seemed that the firmament itself, in silent complicity, was trying to imitate her. The sunset bathed the world in a gentle warmth, like a caress without hands, while the sea whispered its calm refrain against the clear sand of the beach.

There, on that little-visited stretch of coastline, where time seemed to slow down, Atlas rested. Lying on his side, his colossal head rested gently on the fine sand, and his half-closed eyes shone in the twilight light. The sea breeze passed through his thick hair, raising purple waves among the thick strands like the roots of a living mountain.

And then, she came.

Iris. With her light, short dress dancing in the salty wind, she walked barefoot on the damp sand. Her curly pink hair—voluminous like cotton candy clouds—was tied up in a high bun, though a few loose strands floated around her face like living petals. She was only 5'7", but her presence was as immense as the titan's heart. And even though he was a giant over a hundred meters tall, Atlas's eyes followed her as if she were the center of gravity itself.

Iris stopped beside his face.

Atlas turned his head slightly toward her, causing a whisper of sand to rise around him. His lips—thick, wide, marked by soft lines—curved into a sleepy, passionate smile.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked, her voice mixing with the sound of the waves.

"With you here… I always am," he replied, in a tone so deep and soft that, although almost imperceptible to him, it sounded to Iris like a subtle earthquake, vibrating deep in her bones.

She laughed. Her heart raced.

With her feet planted firmly in place as if preparing to climb a miracle, Iris approached his face with the delicacy of someone stepping on clouds. She climbed the natural folds of sand that accumulated under his chin, then rested on the soft contour of Atlas's cheek, and finally, on one of the gentle wrinkles that marked his face. Those colossal lines, even in size, had heat — they pulsed with life.

She reached the edge of his lips.

His face, vast and serene, seemed like an altar. Before that wall of warm, living flesh — firm, but incredibly soft like silk warmed by the sun — Iris stopped for a moment. Atlas's lips, so close, seemed like a continent. Up close, she saw the small lines that marked them, like trails in an landscape.

She looked at them tenderly, overflowing with love, desire, and a calm certainty: she understood him. He, with all his size, fit inside her.

For a moment, Iris simply breathed—feeling the wind and the soft warmth of the titanic breath that came out of the lungs of that colossus. Atlas remained motionless, looking at her with such immense affection that it seemed capable of suspending time.

Then, she leaned in—slowly, as if surrendering an ancient secret—and kissed him.

The contact was subtle, like the touch of a breath. Atlas's lips had a warm texture, slightly rough, but with a gentle firmness that surprised her. Iris had to lie down against the lower curve of his mouth, embracing it with her arms. She found a spot there—a small part of that immensity—and kissed it with a tenderness that carried the weight of an impossible and yet real love.

And then, he reciprocated.

Atlas took a deep breath, making the sea wind curl around them. With a control almost impossible for such an immense being, he moved his lips. He tilted them slightly, as if the pink sky itself were reaching out to touch her. With unimaginable care, he adjusted them slightly to receive her. A tiny gesture for him—but immense for her—he molded his mouth to her with careful, delicate pressure, like the touch of a giant petal.

Íris felt her entire body vibrate with the subtle reverberation of that movement. It was like kissing the ocean: vast, powerful, yet mysteriously sweet. It was the universe itself bending to love her. His mouth, monumental, molded to her touch with a tenderness that seemed impossible in something so colossal.

He tilted his face slightly, as if trying to fit even more into her gesture — and the sea around him seemed to rise silently with the tremor of his movement, as if in reverence for the moment.

And it was then that Iris felt everything: the immensity, yes — but above all, the depth of the feeling. That kiss needed no proportions. It was love overflowing through every pore.

She stood there, lost between his lips and the sky that shone in the colors of her own hair. It was like kissing the sunset, like embracing a warm star that allowed itself to be touched by love.

When his lips finally moved away, Iris still had her eyes closed, her lips half-open. The vibration of that kiss still echoed throughout her body. Atlas tried to look the tiny girl, lost in him — and in his immense eyes there was reverence, astonishment, and a tenderness that seemed made of light.

"You kiss me as if I were small," he whispered, enchanted.

Iris smiled, turned to the side and rested her forehead on his lower lip, wide as a soft staircase of heat.

"Because, in my heart… you fit completely," she said with a slightly breathless laugh.

And there, between the warm sand, the salt of the breeze and the heat of an impossible touch, Atlas closed his eyes. He no longer needed to admire the sky.

He already had it—completely—in the arms of the woman who kissed him like no one else could.

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My first language is not English (so I used the translator a few times XD) and it's my first time doing a story like this, so I apologize if there is a spelling mistake or inconsistency ☁️

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attention from both sides ☝️😏

kisses to stomach walls heeeee

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For the oc question post you reblogged, curious about Danny, Nathan and Christopher:

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

21. Why do they get up in the morning? 

41. How do they feel about children? 

Sorry if this format’s weird

Oh dang, sorry if I write a novel here LMAO

Nostalgia

For Danny, seemingly random things trigger a feeling more similar to deja vu than true nostalgia, without her memories. It's often a frustrating feeling for her, but actually, painting or drawing makes her feel somewhat nostalgic, even if she doesn't remember why. And she enjoys doing it - it brings her a feeling of calm and comfort.

For Nathan, he feels nostalgic whenever he decorates for the holidays. His family (his mom mostly) was always big on decorating, and he had fond memories of bringing out the box of, say, Christmas decorations and putting everything in its place. Granted - the friction he's been developing with his mom in recent years has soured it a bit, but he did start bringing over old decorations to Christopher and Danny's place - and I think getting them into the holiday spirit makes him remember the good nostalgia of it.

For Christopher, there's a spot in the woods where he spent a lot of time as a kid, even built a (once ramshackle, now mostly defunct) treehouse. It's a spot he knows well, but one he's mostly avoided since leaving his parents' house. I think if he were to see it again now, it would be a bittersweet nostalgia - a reminder of times that were in most ways worse but in some ways, more simple. Before he got into dealing, before any of that - it was even a spot he brought Nate to when they were childhood friends.

Why do they get up in the morning?

This is kind of a hard question to answer, just because...well, I don't know that a lot of people really have a reason. Christopher, at least, has a drive to make up for what he's done by looking out for humans now, and for taking care of his new family. Danny and Nathan, of course, also have a new drive with the HRA and the human city being a part of all of their lives - they both want to do everything they can. But honestly - it's because they all have each other, that makes waking up every day a little easier.

Children?

The funny thing is, both Nathan and Christopher are only children. Out of the three, Nathan is probably the best with children, and he's certainly fantasized here and there about raising one, though he's never quite decided on anything definite (and with Danny in the house and his future human partner, it's unlikely he'll ever adopt a giant child). Christopher has never even really considered the idea of adoption or raising a child, and he'd be plenty satisfied never to bother with it.

I don't think Christopher or Danny really know how to...interact with children, lol. Danny had little brothers, so it's not like she *hates* kids or anything - she can sometimes feel protective or nostalgic around little kids, but she's not very maternal, and mostly just feels awkward around them.

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yo

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Comic thing :p about them

Had this idea in my head

Sometimes I wanna sleep like a creature

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its that time of the year

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please lord save me from the urges of drawing d.estiel vore

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wow… two characters with vastly different heights who also hate each other….. Forced Proximity those bitches now!!!!

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BOOG SPOTTED…

love boogs.. love them sm..

You should do m.0n0m0n,,

(Qu.1rrel voice) Hey hey umm this wasn't a part of my job description

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sometimes all you need in life is to be a comfy little dude

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Hi yes I am here to ask questions. Specifically regarding Walker because I must know more 👀 What do they do and what kind of powers do they have?

Hello hello :) this is gonna be long so you get a READ MORE. tw: "human" experimentation, non-consensual surgeries and mutilation, general government BS

Walker is an engineer that works for the US government, explicitly near DC where they are involved with special programs involving some fairly top secret stuff. He got in this position after a whole other adventure of busting out a huge corporation who was illegally going to use government funds to destroy wildlife across an entire state, which ended up only being the top of the iceberg of problems— important part: Walker Now has a Job doing something he enjoys where his skills are used and he is Saving Lives. However, word got out that with the sudden "Unveiling" that has torn a rift between the beings in magical realms and this one, all of the magical beings and cryptids normally unseen to the human eye are Existing and Taking Up space and being Directly in the middle of human experiences. The government wants to harness this power and utilize it before the rest of the world does, but no one really...knows anything about these beings that works in the government? Why would they? They weren't real before that point, and no one really had any ideas on how to contain them or utilize them at all.

Walker, however, has had a special interest in these beings for almost his entire life! Or...at least the stories of them. He knows how they're SUPPOSED to work based off of eyewitness account, and has always had a deep love for the unnatural and unknown. He could make himself useful. So, he puts together a huge concept proposal explaining magic as the current evidence has presented itself, on the way that it interacts with the beings known as cryptids, and how they could potentially harness that power. The only problem is that...cryptids harness it through biological function. Without having the same bodies as these beings, humans could never get anywhere even close, only being able to suffice with cards and crystals that barely scratch the surface of what is really there. The only way to actually use that kind of power would be to get a cryptid to do it for you, which, obviously none of them really want to with the current chaos of humans threatening their very existence. Walker was pretty proud of himself for this, as it meant the government wasn't going to be able to just use magic for weapons. Maybe they would actually focus their efforts on trying to befriend these beings? Maybe, with how Walker set all of this up, he could be like an ambassador! That would be a dream come true!

Unfortunately, that's not how the US government runs things. They say, Great! Fantastic. If they run it through their bodies and we have to have them do this, then we'll just control their bodies. ...Walker is horribly confused. They tell their supervisor that controlling the bodies of a cryptid would be near impossible without literally removing what gives them magical abilities. They tried to explain by literally creating a draft of a device that would do so, that would theoretically "control" a cryptid's magic, but it would have to be literally embedded into their organs, clamped onto their bones. And for them to not somehow be able to find a way around it, you would have to cut off parts of them. It would be mutilation. It would be completely inhumane.

And the government said :) ok that sounds good we would like one of those please.

Walker is horrified and tries to back out, saying he's the only one who knew how to make the blueprint work, but his supervisors instead begin to threaten the safety of his ex-wife and kid, saying that they would disappear if they didn't follow orders. Walker is forced to make the device, and in their desperation to attempt to save the cryptids at risk, they decide to make it with a failsafe— the only way to control it is by having another device embedded into the person who would be controlling them. If someone here wanted to be able to get a cryptid to do what they wanted, they would have to undergo the same surgery themselves to be tied to said cryptid. Walker claimed it was the only way to be able to do it, in hopes that this last ditch effort would make them give up on the entire thing. Afterall, who would put themselves through that?

What they didn't expect was to then be drugged and forced under anesthesia, body given the exact same surgery they created and forced to have the devices they made physically put under their skin. It was punishment for making the device under false pretenses, but it was also assurance— they knew they could control Walker due to his kid, which means that as long as he was the one being forced to control the cryptid in question, they would at least be able to successfully try to hold one cryptid under their thumb. They choose a hybrid that had been under their radar for awhile due to performing illegal transplant surgeries, and after cutting away their body so that it couldn't fight back, they managed to successfully attach them to Walker.

Now...Walker is meant to be basically a baby sitter for "Kit", in which he needs to keep them from killing or harming anyone while still allowing them to use their abilities only for when they have been assigned to do so. The hope is to put them on a team of other strange over powered misfits and try to get them to hunt down cryptids across America to find the real way to harness powers of magic for weaponry and war without risking the other humans in the government itself. Everyone On This Team Hates it.

Here is a picture of Kit! And a messy sketch of an animatic I planned for them that I have not had time to work on.

As far as powers, since technically they are not directly using power and they are actually channeling the power through Kit, they are basically kind of...like a person holding the remote for a Very Powerful, very dangerous machine. Kit's abilities before they were forced to have the implants are vast due to just how much magic they have picked up and learned from travelling the world. They are Including but Not Limited To:

Invisibility / Illusions

Shapeshifting, including size shifting, mimicry

Protective barriers

Connecting with other living bodies and cells and controlling them

Mind manipulation

Levitation

Control of certain elements they have an affinity to

Object displacement/pocket dimension storage

Oaths that bind someone to a specific action

Use of already made portals to other realms

So! A whole lot! But those abilities are ONLY something that can happen through Kit, and Kit has to be the one to direct any of the energy because Walker Doesn't actually know what he's doing. At all. He's simply pressing the control to let the actual machine do its job. Sadly, even though he is not directly in it, being exposed to raw fae magic running through his own body to get to Kit has been...causing some Very Not Good side effects. It's fine though. ...How many limbs can you lose before it starts to become a problem...?

Anyways, I hope all of that mess answers those two questions, haha!

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"Did you have a nightmare? I could feel you... burrowing, kinda."

"I'm a... restless sleeper, sometimes."

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More of @peachnewt's guys, because I can't get enough of them and I'm literally always daydreaming about them. If you haven't already read Getting In Deep, I can't recommend it enough! Go read it now!

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Nothing bad Ever Happens when I roleplay Louis Patriarch with my silly friends. NOTHING bad...

Sorry, you don't get much context unless you ask for it with these but Just Know I Love writing with my friends and making terrible situations happen. Normal Regular Getting in Deep art will Resume in the future hopefully

Louis Patriarch belongs to @peachnewt ! And her series, Getting in Deep. Most of these characters I Can't actually tag here otherwise but the main guy eating Louis and committing crimes is Damien, who belongs to @gatekeeperrose !

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I know no one really Goes Here for my own ocs but I DO need to talk about them more sometime...I'd like to actually write about them and post it here at some point for people to See and develop something of an audience

So! Here's one of the characters from what used to be Perennial, which is now dubbed Signal Season! Technically secondary main character. Perhaps you wish to know about them and how they tie into eating...perhaps you wish to eat Them. TELL me your thoughts and ASK ME questions