#giant/tiny writer

[belethlegwen]

just wanna say your the first size writer I think I followed on tumblr and also on ao3 ur such a good writer. keep it up also yes I like fairies I send a lot of ask.

!!! Thank you so much, I'm so glad you like my silly little words ;-; <3

I promise to get back to writing and posting as soon as I'm able <3 The real world is a fun vortex for me right now, so it's keeping me busy away from the google docs and scrivener and things, but I hope to get more time soon.

I'd also like to take some more cracks at fairy-centered stories! I LOVE fairies but I intimidate myself out of writing them so often and I don't know why. It's like I have 100,000 ideas for them and then when I try to write any of them down, I worry I've made the wrong choice? If that makes sense?

Either way, thank you so much for the ask! I don't know if I've accidentally missed any of yours or if they got accidentally deleted previously (or if I just don't remember answering them, that's probably the most likely because my memory isn't great haha) because for a while I was getting a LOT of spam asks from bots, on top of a lot of the fundraiser-sharing asks. I'd ignore my ask box for a few days/a week and then just clear anything that didn't automatically jump out at me, so I'm sorry if I missed yours!

I hope you have a great day <3

~ Belle

[keferon]

May I ask what were the best transformers media you ever saw/read?

Well Transformers Prime, Transformers 1986 and IDW comics are having the first place that’s for sure

And then the second place is kind of shared by Fall of Cybertron, Exodus, Prime wars trilogy, Robots in disguise(2001) and Transformers One.

The third place goes to G1, Animated, Earthspark, Armada, War for Cybertron Netflix series, Aligned Robots in disguise, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts and Cyberverse because I only liked some little parts of them.

And then I also saw some of the Bay movies, Victory and Headmasters and didn’t like them at all.

Separate first place for J-Decker. It is not exactly Transformers but it is a show about giant robots and I loved it

[bittykimmy13]

🍂Promptober 2024🍂

October continues to be my special girl 🦇

As always, anyone and everyone is welcome to participate with art, writing, etc. No rules, just vibes! 🍁���🎨🍂☕

[justme315]

New family 1/?

Next part:

! Warning !

swearing, angst, fear, step-family, g/t family, abuse, mention of abusive giants, gigantophobia, mention of the character being religious, sickness

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I was fucked.

I'm sorry for using that kinda language but I really was. You see, my whole life has been destroyed by thoese damn giants.

Sorry, I don't think I introduced myself yet, I'm Zack.

Me and my mom were always a team. After my dad has passed away when i was 6 she was the only person important to me. It was basically us two against the whole world.

Something that might also be important for you to understand my story is the fact that we live in a world full of humans (like my and my mom) and giants. Giants are.. humanoid 60-ish feet tall creatures. Easily to say - their dangerous. The government rightfully understood the danger and the fear of us humans and created 'human-only' zones, cities, countries even. There were also a few 'giant-only' zones, but I'm not really sure why. It's not like the giants would fear us. Most of the places thoese enourmous beasts live are simply 'mixed-zones', places where both humans and giants can live. Thank God that me and my mom always lived in a 'human-only' zone. I was always skeptical and yeah, terrified of giants.

My mom was different though. Maybe she was just dumb (sorry for saying that mama) but she just couldn't sense danger. She worked in a company that required her to sometimes travel to 'mixed-zones' or 'mixed-cities'. I was always opposed to that but she.. enjoyed it. She even said that she made some giant "friends". I never believed in their honesty though.

But what changed my life once and for all, had happened when I was just 16. Well, going on 17 already, but yeah, still 16.

I never ever once questioned my mom's romantic life after my dad has passed away. She just.. never acted like she wanted to start a new relationship. And I was very okay with that.

But one unfortunate day, just after she came home from one of her business trips she told me that she has got a boyfriend.

That was weried to know, I mean c'mon, picturing your mom having a crush, dating, falling in love etc. is just.. weried and kinda disgusting if you ask me.

Of course, I questioned her and soon I reaveled her secret.

"Zack, I have been dating him for a little over a year. I was just scared of how you might react. But now, I must tell you since.. he proposed."

That felt like I was stabbed straight into the heart. How could she have kept having a boyfriend a secret from me for so long? Why would she? Being lied to by her felt horrible. I thought we were a team - we always told echother everything. But I guess I was wrong.

Really soon I found out that my mom's boyfriends (and now fiances) name is Andrew, that he was just slightly older than her and had two sons about my age, he was also a widower, and according to my mom, we had much in common.

I really couldn't understand why my mom would keep her boyfriend a secret. Untill she revealed she wanted for us to move in with him and his sons. I mean, she had a lot of planing to do, as she was soon to get married again, so that was kinda understandable. I wasn't opposed to moving into a new home, but changed my mind really quickly when my mom reaveled that our new home would be in a mixed-city. I mean, I was never even in that kind of a city, never even seen a giant in real life and was hella terrified of them! She should've understood me. Before she 'fell in love' she always has.

I asked her a milion times if Andrew and his sons can't just move in with us but she always found some excuse. Once, our house was too small, then his older son didn't want to switch universities, another time Andrew was scared of loosing the job. It was always a stupid excuse. Untill she finally reaveled the truth.

You see, Andrew, my mom's husband-to-be was a giant. And so were his sons.

To say that I was mad and scared was an understatement. I felt lied to. I felt like I was being dragged into something I didn't want to be a part of. I, understandably, questioned the honesty of my moms relationship, which angered her the most. I was angry with my mom for over two weeks after finding out about the size of my soon to be step-family and barely spoke with her. I couldn't be away from her for long though and forgave her, but in my heart I still had plenty of doubts.

My friends didn't help ease my fear. I told my best buddies at school and the stories they have told me only made me more afraid and suspicious of the said Andrew and all giants at that point.

"Don't y'all remember Joseph from middle school? He moved to a mixed-city with his parents. He was stepped on by a giant and died!"

"That's nothing compered to what happened to Amy. A quick death is better than being tortured. She is my cousin. She moved to a mixed-zone because she wanted to go to a better collage. One of her giant male classmates kidnaped her and done horrifying things to her. Once she was found she had missing limbs, many scars.. She was mentally, physically and sexually abused by him for months, untill they found the giant. And he barely got any jail time for that! She's still in mental health hospital!"

"My dads best friend Thomas was freaking eaten alive!"

Yeah, I think 3 stories is enough to give you the idea of how freaking terrified I was of the said 'step-family'. Some might say I am a specist (a person that discriminates based on the species (giant and human)) but I wouldn't agree. I don't really think that a human can be a specist becouse we are in the more vaunurable position. Also, I don't hate giants becouse of their size. I hate and fear them because of how brutal and cruel they are towards humans. Maybe a giantophobe would be a more appropriate term for me.

That day was the worst day in my entire life. And it's really hard to beat the day my dad had passed away.

We sold the house. We were at the airport. All ready to go to a mixed-city, over the wall that the government made.

Mom was all smiley and happy, her nose never leaving her phone.

"Andrew texted me that he and his boys are at their side of the barrier already, waiting for us. They can't wait to meet you!"

Right, didn't I mention that they all knew echother, but me?

"I just can't wait to show you the city and our new home!"

I was standing there quiet. No matter how many times I told my mom that i don't agree with her choice of dating a giant or for the fact that I didn't want to move away into a mixed-city she would always say that I will change my mind once I overcome my fear. Hell, I would.

I held my bag closely, trying to hold onto whatever I have not to lose my composure. I was terrified and angry, sure, but showing thoese giants from the start that they have some power over me, even though it was obvious, wasn't something I would do. At last, if I could hide my emotions.

Just a few minutes before our flight, a flight in the opposite direction landed. I saw all those humans, coming back from the mixed-city, most of them seem okay. That made me confused and curious. Would it really be all that bad?

Untill I saw a girl, probably my age, on a wheelchair. I mean, there is nothing wrong with disabled people, don't get me wrong, but she was crying so she easily got everyone's attention. A woman run up to her.

"Mom!" The girl sobbed, opening her arms to hug her mother. The woman tried calming the girl down but she just kept crying and screaming "It was just supposed to be a student exchange program!! This scary giant crushed my legs!"

The girls voice echoed in my head. It was different to hear stories of distant people, but to see someone hurt by thoese monsters in front of my own eyes was completely different.

Even my mom lowered her phone and looked at the girl with pity in her eyes. I prayed to the Lord to open her eyes and return home safely with me.

"Poor girl" she signed "That must have been a.. horrible accident".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Accident?" I looked at my mom angrily, finally letting my emotions out "A giant crushed her legs".

"Honey, I'm sure they didn't mean to.." she looked at me, somewhat shocked at my defensiveness. I shouldn't have expected her to understand. She just simply couldn't sense danger. And that could get both of us killed.

"Her legs were crushed by a giant, mom!" I raised my voice, even so slightly as I couldn't believe how blinded she was by her feelings.

"Zack, calm yourself down" she looked at me more strictly now, as I was getting other peoples attention. I couldn't bare the thought of how stupid this all was. I just wanted to be home. Or anywhere at that point. Anywhere but in a spece where giants were allowed.

"You-" I began to speak.

"The flight 16-399Bhc** is preparing to take off. We ask all the passengers to board the plane within 5 minutes. Thank you and have a good flight" said a voice from the speaker.

"That's our flight!" My mom cheered up and grabbed my arm, pulling me as she ran to the plane.

She was so excited it made me feel like I was gonna puke.

Don't get me wrong, I always loved planes but this time I felt uneasy. My whole body was shaking ever so slightly, I felt like I was about to puke, I swear I heard my heart pumping blood, my head was spinning..

That can easily be called my worst ever flight.

After we landed I needed a good 15 minutes in the bathroom to regain my composure.

"Honey, are you alright?" I heard my mom knocking "Are you sick?"

"I'm fine mama, I'll be okay" I mumbled, though I didn't feel like I was going to be okay for at last next few hours. I was also convinced my life was about to end so why bother worrying my mom. But before I cross the barrier of the airport, I didn't have to see or interact with any giants. Maybe me feeling sick was actually a gift from God to give me more time to get ready for what was about to come? As I was almost ready to go I hear my mom speaking:

"Honey, are you sure? I texted Andrew and he and Ethan are worried sick. They can drive us to a hospital"

And then I got sick again at the mention of the giants.

Oh, you might not know who is who. Andrew is my moms 45 year old husband-to-be, but I'm sure I have spoke about him already. Ethan is his older son, he was 21 back then. His younger son - Ryan - was 17.

After, what appeared to me as a minute and to my mom as an hour I finally could exit the bathroom.

My mom rushed me, saying that the boys have been waiting for us long enough. I was feeling less and less okay. I couldn't keep my emotionless demeanor. My eyes felt heavy, my heartbeat fasten as well as my breathing, my legs were shaky and I was not able to say even one word.

As I saw the enourmous glass wall behind which were a ton of giants, I felt like I was going to faint.

Or simply turn around and run.

My mom stopped in her trucks and looked at her phone. After maybe three seconds of reading what I supposed was a message form Andrew she looked into the direction of 3 giant men waiting and her eyes started to freaking sparkle and her smile grew.

She then looked at me and pointed in the direction of thoese giants, who weren't looking at us, thank God.

"That's Andrew! And Ethan and Ryan!" She said with an excited expression.

Andrew was surprisingly the shortest of the group. He had brown hair that were turning grey, a short beard, thick glasses, a blue sweater and more elegant pants. He was overall a handsome middle-aged dude, if it wasn't for the fact he was freaking enormous.

Ethan was talking with him. He had fluffy brown hair and was slightly taller than his dad. He had a few freckles and dimples on his cheeks, his smile was truthfully welcoming. His white hoodie also looked very comfy.

The tallest one was the youngest - Ryan. He had black, short hair, a pierced ear and stylist clothes. If he would have been a human, he looked like one of the popular kids that you always look up to. I really liked the belt he had, same with the rings on his fingers.

All three giants had the same eye color - hazel.

My mom grabbed me again and pulled me into the direction of the glass wall that was the last thing keeping me outside of the reach of giants. She looked so happy to see them that it was hard to recognize her. She only ever smiled at me like that before.

Soon enough, we were close to the exit of my comfort zone. My fear only grew as we were closer to the giants. It was still probably about 20 feet between us and the door when Andrews eyes rested on us. I felt the enourmous gaze and felt like I was stung. Soon both his sons eyes locked on me and my mom. She realized quickly and slowed down with the running. She then waved at them. Andrew and Ethan waved back. Ryan stood there, looking maybe a little conflicted but surely also kinda annoyed.

At that point I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. My heart ached. As well did my head. My legs were shaky. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath correctly.

If you think you're not socially awkward, three giants looking down at you with their enourmous eyes, almost scanning you as if you were an insect would change your mind right away. And if you are socially awkward like me? Well, you would feel as if you were just about to die.

My mom rushed me again, ready to exit the safe space, that only allowed humans. I walked behind her, but I wasn't as excited or as fast. Partly, becouse I wanted to be out of the giants reach for as long as I could and partly becouse I was feeling worse and worse.

To be honest, I don't know what was making me feel bad. Maybe it was all the emotion, fear, anger and all, maybe it was my mental health killing me and shouting at me that danger was close, maybe it was the horrible flight, maybe it was my body being sick. I don't know.

What I do know is, each step I took, the more powerless I felt. My legs felt to weak to hold my bodyweight.

My mom was already by the exit door when she turned around to rush me again. I was maybe 7 feet behind her, still surrounded by the enourmous gazes of those three giants, two of which were smiling. Their smiles made me sick in my stomache, but Ryan who was the only one not smiling made me feel ever worse somehow.

I totally expected my mom to yell at me to hurry up, based on how excited she seem but she just stared at me for a secound with wide worried eyes and then returned to me.

"Are you okay honey? You don't seem too good"

I wanted to answer her but it came out as a soft yelp. I thought I was going to puke again.

Faces of the giants became more serious and worried. I didn't like that expression either, to be honest.

I looked back at mom as she reached out to me and raised her hand to my shoulder for comfort probably.

"Are you scared Zack? Is that it? Because if it is, I assure you, they won't hurt us. Ever." She spoke in a soft, quiet voice. Her expression didn't show anger but she looked more understanding than any other moment of the past few weeks. She spoke with such confidence I could have believed her.

Well, I maybe even would have if I didn't faint.

Because just a moment after she spoke my vision went black and my body felt weak. The last think I remember before fainting were thoese scary gazes and my mom yelling:

"Zack!"

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the 1st part!

[kix-mm]

Caterpillar pt 1

Pt.2

"I-its okay, don't freak out, please don't freak out- please-" there was a distant yell that interrupted their plea, leaving the oversized softie all alone once more in their lonely, dark catacombs.

He let out a defeated whine as he watched the lantern hastily dash the other way, till the beautiful warm light disappeared completely. The creature was mostly blind, and relied on sound and smell to do its job, cleaning up any rotting bodies or junk to prevent disease or unwanted pests in the long forgotten hallways.

It's features were designed to pick up any scrap, no matter how thin or small, fingers, hands, arms... the being was covered in them, and covered in the soot lined along the walls too due to its frequent contact with it.

They were overgrown, to say the least, struggling to pass through the narrower hallways and relying on its extra limbs to maneuver its way through like a hungry caterpillar, and suitably it always had room for more.

This didn't mean it was some mindless gluttonous creature. It yearned for contact, a conversation, just something more than a yell or abrupt sentence before the other dashed at a speed the glutton wasn't able to keep up with.

But alas... it seemed like today would be like every other until a distant sob and sniffle caught their ear. Slowly, and very silently, he made his way closer and closer to the sound, the smell of smoke, wax, and blood filled their nose, making their stomach release a loud groan against the caterpillars will.

The sobbing stopped in an instant. There was no light for the human to see what was nearby, allowing the caterpillar to inch their way a little closer, on the the soft sound of rubble could be heard being dragged towards the human, who tried backing further into a corner. "Wh-who's there?!" The human calls, their voice was shaky and uncertain.

"It's just me," he answers, his voice soft and calm in hopes to soothe the human's worries. The humans' eyes widen a little more. "You- You're that thing from earlier -" the human sounds panicked but stays in their place. "You're the boy. You ran away.." they could smell him, sweat, fear, blood, a small wound, he possibly cut himself on the glass or when he fell, but it was nothing serious.

The human could hear something picking up the glass and slowly start munching on it. It made him pull a face. "You're eating glass..?" "I eat everything that ends up down here - ah- no, not you, of course." his clarification didn't sound all too convincing at the end. Even they who spoke didn't sound convinced. He looked over at the boy, able to make out just about where he was. "Why are you down here?" The boy shuffled tighter against the wall. The creatures heat could be felt, along with its strange smell. Which wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was just... unusual.

"I was told that I would find something useful down here, something worth selling, something worth finding..." The caterpillar had heard of such stories before, but knew all too well it could not be further from the truth. "I'm sorry... you won't find that down here. Nobody throws anything worth finding in the catacombs."

The boy sighs. "I thought that might be the case... all I found was you down here - at least one of the stories is partially true.""stories?" The caterpillar asked with a mouth full of wax, watching the boy clumsily help himself up and dust his clothes off."Yes, that there's a monster down here that eats everything, and everyone who enters," the human paused. "You're not going to eat me, are you?" The other almost choked on the lanterns case before quickly shaking his head, coming to the quick remembrance that the human couldn't see he spoke up once more "no- no, no you're still alive, I only eat what's... dead, or trashed"

"So you're a vacuum?" The boy tilts his head "and how do you see in such darkness? I'm going mad, I feel like I'm blind"

The other tilts his head, a vacuum? That was a new word for him, but it probably fit his description. "I'm... kind of blind, I don't see much, I don't need to see to do my job" right, the poor human had to make it back out of here. The dilemma was, however, how was he supposed to help?

The boy looked in the direction of the creature and reached out his hand, touching a hot, thick and a tad slimy... something, he immediately pulled his hand back in disgust "was that you?" While the boy felt bad for having such a reaction, the other was a little overwhelmed by the sudden contact, all his hands and arms pull themselves tightly together.

"Yes..." he answers shyly, feeling... embarrassed? Ashamed? Did it all matter? "Um... I'm sorry, that was rude of me." "It's fine, do you want me to help you get out of here?" The boy lights out a little "you'd help me? Yes! Please! Thank you so much."

And that was possibly the first and last time this grubby monster would ever be thanked. The plan was simple, guide the boy to the nearest exit without taking him under water, the boy, named Elliot, made it very clear that he couldn't swim, or hold his breath for very long, which made the caterpillars job a little harder than expected.

Elliot had to blindly trust the monster, who didn't seem to have much of a name, "Bug" was the closest thing that came to one, which made Elliots skin crawl. The two held hands, and with a few minutes of unexpected surprises of finding out that Bug had a few more hands than expected, they finally set off.

Their pacing wasn't easy, Elliot was up front, with his two hands held and his hips, he wasn't too fond of walking blind, but found that Bug was surprisingly good at navigation, and not to mention, strong enough to lift Elliot up in case needed. Treating water was inevitable when it was flooding season, so Elliot rested up on Bugs large body when they crossed.

Eventually the inevitable happened, Bug could feel his shame creeping in as the path got narrower and narrower until he was forced to a halt "... I'm stuck" Elliot looked in the direction of Bug, confused "stuck? How??" He felt for the walls, and had to take quite a few steps to each either sides "surely you can't be that big" Elliot chuckles, but when the joke wasn't let down he got worried "God you really are aren't you?"

Bug didn't even have the courage to answer, "There's torches... further up... they must be lit, just keep walking straight and you'll make it to your exit...

Elliots heart sank "no- no, you can't expect me to go down there all by myself! What if there's water? What if there's a power surge and there isn't any light?! You can't leave me -" "I'm not leaving you, Elliot... it's right at the end of this tunnel, you can't miss it, there's no water and the ladder is right under the lights" he held Elliots hands "you will be fine, I'll guide you with my voice, just like we practiced, alright?"

There was a moment of silence between the two, Elliots head hung low. "You'll stay here, right? Till the end?" "Yes, I promise, just keep your hand on the wall, and you'll be fine" the monster was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace, Elliot had to tiptoe to reach the others neck. "Thank you..." he whispers softly, his heart racing with fear and adrenaline, he was finally going to get out of here... it felt like the whole day had passed.

The other wrapped as many arms around the boy as he could, letting the wetness stick to the boys clothes, he felt a little sad that Elliot had to go, but happy that he had finally made a friend.

The two finally separated, Bug kept watch over Elliot and guided him with encouragement, the boy eventually saw the dim lights, and picked up the pace, running towards the ladder and shouting "I found it! I found it!!" He looked back excitedly to his grubby friend but was a little disappointed when all he could make out were their pearly eyes.

Bug watched Elliot hastily climb the ladder and push the hatch open, blinding the two momentarily with the bright sun. Once Elliots eyes adjusted, he looked back toward his friend. "Bug! Wait there okay? Don't move!" He smiles and just like that, the lid fell closed, and the boy was once again out into the fresh, clean air.

The other... was still lodged between the walls. Patiently waiting for Elliot to return, he had no concept of time, so he didn't know how long he waited, but soon enough, the hatch had opened, and down came Elliot again.

This time, wearing a rain suit, with a backpack tightly strapped to his back, and what looked like a flashlight held in his mouth. He hopped down, looking out into the darkness, and called, "Hey? Are you still there?" "I'm here" Bug answered, with the same soft silky voice as before.

Elliot beamed and ran over, shining his bright flashlight on the ground in order not to blind his friend "I've got something- I think you'll like it!" He says excitedly, pulling his bag off his back and unzipping it.

A cloud of fresh smells slowly emitted from the backpack, intriguing the caterpillars interest. "Is that... chocolate? Pastries? Fresh fruits? a cake?"

Elliot stared up into the dark void, blinking with surprise. "Man, you're good." he chuckles and pulls each individual one out onto the wet, graveld ground.

A loud growl slowly comes from Bug's stomach, making Elliot chuckle awkwardly. "I knew this would spike an appetite." Bug smiles softly and lowers himself near the ground, staring curiously at the beautifully decorated cakes and pastries. "This is all for me?" "You saved my life. It's the only way I knew to repay you, " and without thinking, Elliot flipped his flashlight up, eliminating the tunnel and locking eyes with their friend.

Elliot looked a little shocked at first, even getting up and taking a few steps back to observe his friend a little better. "You're.. massive... how do you not get stuck more often?" The question made the monster blush, hiding his face in shame. "Um... I don't know, I've only ever gotten truly stuck a few times." "How did you get out?" Bug looked up at Elliot and flashed a very peculiar set of teeth, though, Elliot will be the first to admit that his new friend looked kind of... cute, so ugly that it's cute kind of way, fitting for someone with such a sweet personality and silky smooth voice.

"You really can eat anything, can't you?" He says as he sits himself down. "Come on, dig in!" Elliot smiled, waiting excitedly to see his friend try real food for once, which was a little more comedic than he expected.

It wasn't every day that you had to teach someone how to teach someone that a chocolate was best eaten... without the wrapper, and that cake didn't have to be eaten like a cookie, though that was undoubtedly both impressive and disgusting to watch. Fruits had to be peeled for him, since Bug seemed a little impatient when it came to eating.

And when all the sweets and treats and delicious food were finished between the two of them, Bug still very happily ate the plastic containers, paper wrappings, all the fruit peels and tissues used to wipe their messy mouths.

[midnightfairy1]

The Forest Kingdom

Chapter 1

4.1k words

Sorry this took me so long to post after i promised a story! I rewrote it a couple times because I kept changing ideas, but I finally settled on this one. Expect drawings of my two ocs from this story in the near future. Sorry there is barely any g/t interaction in this first chapter, but im a sucker for world building and I promise you im setting the story up for really good g/t in chapter two.

I hope you decide to give my story a chance!

Cassian: In the Forest

Cassian and Sylven had been best friends since before Cassian could remember. They made a pact to continue being best friends forever. The people of his village knew by now that if you saw one boy, the other was close behind; it was common knowledge. They were both Feykin people, and lived in a humble village on the outskirts of their kingdom in the forest. One day when Cassian was nine and Sylven was ten, they sat in Sylven's room and talked about something Cassian had heard his parents whispering about earlier that day.

“Hey Sylven, do you believe in humans?” Cassian wondered. There was a small pause before Sylven answered.

“I don’t think so, if they were real that would be scary. I think they're just bedtime stories to keep us from walking too far away.” Sylven replied. They were both sitting on his twin-sized bed together; Cassian was laying on his back staring up at the ceiling, and Sylven was sitting up and holding a small twig he was trying to whittle into a spoon.

“I think they’re real. I heard my parents talking about them. Apparently they’re so big they can carry you in the palm of their hand.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to think about it.” They sat in silence for a little while, both lost in their own thoughts.

“What if you met a human? What would you do then?” Cassian asked, rolling onto his side so he could look Sylven in the eyes.

“Easy. I would run away. That would be way too dangerous.” He replied immediately.

“Really? What if they were just nice and friendly? I think I would make friends with my human if they were nice and friendly.”

“Your human?”

“Mine as in the one I’m hypothetically meeting. Apparently you’re hypothetically running away from yours.” Sylven huffed, and then snorted as a wood chip he had whittled off his soon-to-be spoon flew onto Cassian’s nose.

The two boys ate steaming vegetable soup for dinner. Sylven’s mother was an amazing cook; some claim she's the best in the whole village. She is trying to start teaching Sylven, but he can’t focus on learning when he’s more focused on bickering with Cassian.

Cassian finally went home after a plentiful meal. It was pitch black out but he knows the path back better than he knows the back of his hand. However, once he arrived home, he noticed something off immediately.

The front door was wide open and all the lights were out. Cassian tentatively took one step inside; he made it halfway through the doorway before his mom grabbed him into a suffocating hug. He kicked the door closed as he was dragged to the floor. His moms eyes were glossy and shining as the moonlight coming in through the window reflected her tears. Now he was extremely worried.

“I love you so, so much,” Sera choked out through her sobbing. Her only son, Cassian, was trapped in her arms. She kissed his forehead violently, and her hands tousled his hair as she shoved his head into her chest and cradled him.

“Mom… W-What’s happening?” Cassian pulled away and looked up.

“Just hold onto me sweetie, the soldiers will be here any minute to take your father and I away. After they do, run as fast as you can to Sylven’s house. His parents will take care of you.”

“What are you talking about?” Cassian replied, failing to comprehend the words his mother just spoke, because accepting them meant his reality was crumbling. Literally a second ago, life was normal. Before his mother could answer, the family heard a loud CRACK and the door broke down, their house swarming with soldiers. His mother kissed Cassian’s head one last time, although now there were tears streaming down his face as well.

“Handcuff the two adults. Bring the child over to me. The king has special plans for him.” One of the soldiers directed. Sera’s head snapped up. What did he just say? Why would the soldier have mentioned her son? He had absolutely nothing to do with this, he was only nine years old. Her husband stepped in before she had a chance to speak.

“No! You can’t do this! What has Cassian got to do with any of our mistakes-” Elaren’s angry retort was cut short abruptly when he got the wind knocked out of him by one of the soldiers. He crumpled over, and rope was quickly tied around his wrists. Sera watched the scene play out, a looked of horror glued to her face. Before she realized the soldiers starting to move in on her, Cassian was torn from her grip and she was pushed into the chest of her husband, who had just regained his footing.

The soldier who had given the initial commands just shrugged. “King's orders.” He informed, running a bored hand through his hair. He waved for the guards to take the two away, obviously upset with the noise and lashback he was receiving.

Sera clutched desperately onto her husband's shirt, refusing to turn around and face the monster taking her son away from her. She would die before giving them the respect of earning her eye contact. She savored one last look at her precious son. Cassian was looking around, slightly dazed with tears streaming down his face. He was growing up to be so beautiful and kind so far, she was ashamed she wouldn’t be around to see him as a man. Sera allowed herself a small smile at the thought of Cassian all grown up, before a bag was thrown over her and her husband’s head and the world went dark.

Sera awoke an undetermined amount of time later, her face in the dirt. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, dry dust falling off her eyelashes, and took in her surroundings. She was trapped by three dirt walls, a dirt ceiling, a dirt floor, and metal bars. The air was thick and stuffy, so she had to be pretty far underground. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a guard monitoring her cell, although he didn’t seem to be very attentive at the moment.

“Hey! Guard!” Sera called. She didn’t realize how weak and ragged her voice was going to sound before she spoke, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The guard looked up, obviously very startled.

“Oh, you're awake!” He responded, shifting in his position against the wall. “Be right back, I should go inform my boss.” He started inching away slowly.

“No, wait!” The guard stopped moving and turned back to meet her eyes. Sera paused and looked away for a second, then looked back at the guard. “Where is my son right now?”

The guard’s head fell. The question obviously made him very uncomfortable, only thickening the knot of worry in Sera’s stomach. He shuffled his feet, and let a long pause fill the air before he lifted his head to speak: “They stole his life-force.”

The color drained from Sera’s face. Life-force refers to the magic flowing through all beings of the forest, specifically Feykin. If the royal court had figured out a way to drain it… Sera didn’t want to have to think about the possible outcomes, although the guard was heavily implying the worst one. She started shaking all over and fell to the ground. Why had her son been so brutally punished instead of her? He didn’t deserve to have the magic drained out of him- she didn’t even realize that was possible. Leave it to the royals to find an ancient way of torturing the people of their kingdom. She genuinely wondered what their reasoning could have been; it’s not like they were even punishing her by keeping her there to witness the murder. Although, Sera had to admit she was feeling absolutely defeated anyway.

The guard slipped away quietly, at least having the decency not to watch Sera sob herself to death.

Cassian: In the City

Cassian has no memory of his life before he was adopted. All he was told was he was walking the streets of the city at night in the middle of winter. He was immediately turned into one of the local adoption agencies by someone walking their dog at 5:00 am who stumbled across a bush he happened to be sleeping in. He was adopted relatively quickly compared to other kids who were stuck in the agency. His adoptive mother was a sweet, slightly older woman who loved to bake sweets. His adoptive father was a little more stand-offish, never bothering to bond with Cassian in any way. They hopped towns as soon as Cassian was adopted, and settled down in a comfortable cold-a-sack area in a neighborhood with a good education system.

Unfortunately for Cassian, tragedy struck him once again (although he had no knowledge of the first time his world was torn apart). A fire was set ablaze in their home in the late evening, for reasons still unknown. Cassian was sixteen at the time, and was riding his bike around the neighborhood with friends when he saw the smoke rising in the distance. As he and his friends rode closer and closer out of curiosity, Cassian began to realize his own family might have been victims.

By the time he arrived on scene, the paramedics were placing white cloth over the body of a woman with an uncanny resemblance to his mother, although she couldn’t be Cassian's mother because that woman was dead, and the mother he knew was alive and well when he saw her earlier that day. Cassian had always had a problem grasping reality. Instead of thinking about that impossible truth, Cassian instead decided to focus on his father who was lying unconscious on a stretcher while bandages were wrapped around his shoulders and neck.

The excitement surrounding the tragedy eventually passed, but Cassian’s father couldn’t live in that town anymore. His entire life reminded him of his wife’s tragic passing, and everywhere he went people pitied him. He was constantly reminded further that he once had a beautiful wife and now she was gone. Instead, by the time Cassian turned seventeen he and Cassian packed up and moved back to the town Cassian was found in, a place they stayed in for a very short period of time and therefore a place safe from many heart-wrenching memories. Cassian’s father found a small but respectable apartment for a good price near the edge of town, overlooking the forest.

Cassian: In the Town

One day, not long after moving, Cassian decided to go for a walk in the woods. He figured if he was going to be living near them for a little while longer, at least through his senior year of highschool and the rest of his junior year, then he should probably become familiar with them. And who knows? Maybe he would find something interesting. While walking, Cassian felt a very strange feeling of deja vu creeping through his body. Every tree, every branch, every leaf looked way too familiar. Maybe he spent some time in the woods before he was sent into the system? Who knows, really. Cassian continued to travel along the dirt path, kicking a pebble by his feet while he walked, until a small flicker of movement caught his eye. He spared it a glance (as one does); perhaps it was a small animal. He thought he saw something fall from a tree a little off the path and walked to investigate. However, one he got there he found something he would have never expected.

Cassian did a double-take. And then a triple-take. He crouched down. No way. He was staring at what appeared to be a miniature person, although their movements were slightly blurred. Cassian knew that the forest was strange, he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling he was being watched, but this was just too much.

He peered closer. The person appeared to be asleep, and not looking too good. He had half a piece of moss wrapped around him as a shirt, and cotton for shorts. Cassian thought it was quite the revealing outfit for the start of winter. Cassian scanned the ground for a second, and found more pieces of the moss shirt. However, as he lifted them into his hands, blood rubbed off on his fingertips.

His eyes widened. Cassian quickly ripped off the moss shirt that the person was still wearing, feeling sorry for stripping the little guy without his consent. However, the blush and sheepish look was wiped off his face when dark bruises were revealed, covering the guy’s entire body. Now that he looked closer, he could see one of the guy’s legs was all twisted up in a weird way.

Without thinking, he grabbed the guy to take back to his place; maybe he could put together some mouse-sized bandages or at least offer a dose of aspirin or something from the medicine cabinet.

While walking, Cassian became increasingly self-conscious of the fact he was holding a little person in his hands. The weight was barely detectable, if he looked away Cassian might think he was carrying loose pocket change. He hadn’t thought about it too much when he first grabbed him (he hasn’t even completely come to terms with the fact that little people exist), he just knew that help was needed. Although now, staring at life he was holding in his hand, Cassian started feeling like he may be overstepping boundaries. What if the guy didn’t want to go back with him? What if he had friends coming to his rescue?

Cassian decided it would be best to ask him the questions himself after the person woke up, and after receiving proper medical treatment from Cassian.

Cassian brought the palm of his hand closer to his face. The guy looked to be around his age, with tanned skin and chocolate brown hair. Cassian couldn’t help but think about how familiar this guy looked, getting that weird sense of deja-vu all over again.

Finally Cassian arrived home. His dad was out at the bar again, meaning Cassian had the house until 1:00 or 2:00 am. It was late dusk now; the sun was just starting to set. Cassian threw open his front door and shuffled quickly to the bathroom, laying the little guy down on the counter. He cringed as his finger let the guy’s head down on the cold, uncushioned marble countertop. Thinking for a second, Cassian rushed to his room and reappeared with his favorite navy blue hoodie. He lifted the little guy back up and set him down in the middle of the folds of fabric. This hoodie was his favorite because it was the softest of his collection, meaning it must feel like sleeping on a cloud to the person in front of him. Cassian wished he could experience that. He reached over the counter to pull out various medical supplies from the cabinet, placing them down slowly.

It had only been a couple minutes; Cassian was still inspecting the labels on the various meds to decide which one would be the most helpful. He was currently reading up on the benefits of tylenol when heard a quiet yelp from the counter below. Cassian’s eyes shot down and he found the person now fully awake, staring up at him with wide, crazed eyes.

Sylven: After Cassian Disappeared

It was gloomy and cloudy the day after Cassian was taken, not that Sylven had known what happened yet. He was completely content as he skipped down the trail to Cassian’s house, carrying a basket of pastries for him and his parents. His mom had got him up early that morning to bake them; it took more tries that Sylven was willing to admit, but he finally procured a respectable muffin from the oven that he was saving especially for Cassian.

However, as he walked up to the house, he realized something terrible had happened. The door was kicked all the way down, the furniture inside strewn about aimlessly. Sylven knew Cassian would turn up eventually; nobody ever went missing missing in their small, humble, tightly-knit village near the edge of the forest. However, at this very moment he just happened to be missing, so Sylven did the smart thing: dropped the pastries (except he held onto the muffin meant for Cassian), turned around on his heel, and sprinted back to tell his mom.

As days, then weeks, then months went on, Sylven feared more and more that Cassian might not be returning. The village put together search parties to find him, but nothing turned up.

It was two years after Cassian disappeared when the kingdom went into lockdown. Apparently, humans had been spotted. To be more specific, humans had kidnapped a patrol. The entire forest was in a panic. Humans were real? What does this mean for the future of the kingdom? Did Cassian meet the same fate as that guard? The thought made Sylven sick to his stomach. The five year anniversary for Cassian’s disappearance rolled around. The entire village came together and lit torches, holding them up. It was the beginning of winter, and tiny snowflakes started falling for the first time of the season that night. The village hoped the warmth from the torches would reach Cassian, wherever he was.

Unfortunately, this small anecdote meant for Cassian was abruptly cut short once the guards took notice. They couldn’t risk being seen by humans. Two more of their kind had disappeared after the guard, and traps meant for small animals had started popping up all around the forest. If Sylven was being honest, he didn’t mind the interruption. He had already been given more than enough time to say his prayers, and his fear for humans had grown immensely after the nightmarish bedtime stories he was told as a kid turned out to be true.

Sylven: Left for Dead

Sylven’s eighteenth birthday had just passed. He trudged through the village in the early morning, handing out rations to starving families. The fields that used to grow their food had been destroyed after a human was spotted not far from the patrol base at the edge of the village; they couldn’t have humans seeing the fields and growing curious. Everybody was under a mandatory curfew, not that it mattered because they stayed cowering in their houses all day anyways. The village had been remodeled not too long ago, disguising all the houses and shops.

Sylven was happy to help. He and his mom ran a kitchen together, where they made three meals a day. Villagers would come by and donate scraps of ingredients when they could, trusting the kitchen to put together something magical that could help the entire village. Sylven did his best to live up to this responsibility.

While he was walking, some of the younger patrol boys spotted him. All the patrols were sent from the center of the kingdom where the king lived, and the ones sent to the small run down village Sylven grew up in were not happy. On the bright side, however, they got to bully the lowly villagers to their heart's content. Unfortunately for Sylven, he was one of their favorite targets. They stepped in front of him, successfully stopping Sylven in his tracks and causing him to stumble.

“What do we have here?” The taller one sneered, although they both towered over Sylven so height didn’t really matter. Sylven was small for a Feykin, approximately three inches (or 7.5 cm) tall. These soldiers about to torture him were nearing four inches, and by the looks of their obvious looming, they were proud of it too.

“I- I’m just delivering the morning rations as always.” Sylven stuttered, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

“You know, you have to ask us for permission before you leave your house.” The shorter one stated. He pushed Sylven’s shoulder down, causing him to kneel and drop the bread in his hands.

“Sorry…” Sylven mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry I will ask you for permission next time I leave the house.” Sylven said, slightly louder. He hoped the patrols were too stupid to notice the faint sarcasm in his voice. They were not.

The taller one scoffed and grabbed his wrist, dragging him up. He marched away towards the patrol base, Sylven involuntarily in tow. The shorter one quickly stomped on the bread Sylven dropped, much to Sylven’s dismay, and followed quickly behind. Sylven’s irrational fear of humans was common knowledge at this point; even the guards knew him for it.

“We’re gonna show you what a real human looks like.” The guard holding his wrist looked back at Sylven while he said it, smirking and flasking his teeth. He was content once he saw the horror flash across Sylven’s face.

After a quick stop by the patrol building and a short beating behind a tree, the three Feykin were headed off to start morning patrol. Well, two were off to start it and one was forced to be there. Some of the older soldiers watched them leave with discomfort; Sylven was a sweet kid. However, none of them cared enough to do anything about it.

Now he was bloody and bruised, and the tight grip the taller guard (who he now knew as Rowan) had on his wrist was anything but merciful. They trekked through the forest in silence, until finding an appropriate tree and situating themselves on a high branch. Did Sylven also mention he was afraid of heights?

The two guards bickered, jabbering with one another for what felt like ages. The first breezes of winter were starting to rustle through the trees, and the guards had definitely not given Sylven the time to change out of his pajamas. Sylven was cussing out the guards in his mind when a chill fell over all three of them, although this time it was not due to the cold.

They all heard it, the subtle but strong rumbling that swept through the branches and leaves they were currently occupying. A human. Sylven’s eyes grew wide with horror.

“Oh Shit!” Rowan grumbled, standing up. Sylven’s head snapped up, eyes frantically searching the forest in the direction Rowan was facing. That’s when he saw it. The human was even more fearsome than he had imagined. He was so tall, he was eye level with the Feykin even though they were currently residing on a branch six feet above the ground. Sylven’s heart dropped to his stomach. He was frozen in fear.

The human was walking slowly, kicking a pebble on the ground. All three Feykin were dead silent. That was the last moment Sylven remembered before his life went to hell. The shorter guard (Sylven still didn’t know his name) stood up a little too fast. The human’s head snapped towards them; His ice blue eyes narrowed.

“Quick!” Rowan hissed. He and the shorter guard sprinted past Sylven towards the tree trunk. Sylven was still sitting down, frozen in fear. As the two patrols passed behind him, he felt a slight pressure on his back.

Then he felt an immense pressure on his back. Am I being pushed?! Sylven thought frantically. Before he had a chance to answer that question, he found himself plummeting towards the ground below.

Sylven didn’t know how long it had been as he groggily opened his eyes and rubbed his face. It was insanely bright. He felt very comfortable, and patted the surface he was lying on. What is this? He wondered. His eyes, which had been flickering between open and closed, snapped open. Oh my god, I fell off a tree branch. He sat up, attentive. All he could see in front of him was a large wall. Not a wall, he realized. Sylven started shaking, scared to look up. He turned his head back slowly, and gasped. Looming over him was the human. Immediately after hearing the noise escape from Sylven’s throat, Sylven gained the human’s full attention. He was completely at his mercy; Sylven was living through his own nightmares. The human’s features immediately softened and a look of realization crossed his gigantic face.

“Sylven…?” He whispered gently. “I- Is that your name?”

**End of Chapter 1**

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Alright, that’s it for the first chapter and I am actively working on the second. Expect a post by the end of next weekend. I appreciate anybody who decided to give my story a chance so so much, more than you probably know. If you enjoyed it, let me know and I can create a tag list!

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🖋 G/t Writer Appreciation Challenge🖋

Just in time for February! Let's show the writers in the community some extra attention and engagement and let them feel our appreciation 💕

This challenge involves interacting with others, so please remember to be respectful and have fun! This is a great opportunity to interact with new creators or a wonderful excuse to leave some extra love on a fic that's near and dear to your heart!

[certainwizardlady]

Idk she fell outta my brain.

[lostinthewalls]

Coming at ya with a sad little angsty prompt. Late night thoughts, really.

Tinies absolutely petrified of fireworks. Say it's new years or the fourth of July or some other holiday including fireworks. So obviously, the giants are setting them off outside.

The poor tiny is huddled under a blanket, curling in on themselves, desperately trying to escape the barrage of sudden noise. Whimpering and crying as the explosive blasts reach their ears, yet they have no idea where it's coming from.

Now, either they are alone or undiscovered, and have to stay awake until God knows when, and when the blasts finally stop, their ears are ringing uncontrollably and they're still a sniveling mess but! can never be too loud or else the giant will find you.

Or, take the fluff route. Their giant companion/lover has stayed inside for the night, and, when looking for the tiny, find them gathered up in a pile of blankets, clutching their ears. The giant picks them up in their gentle hands, blankets and all, and carries them to a different, quieter room.

They hug the tiny to their chest, whispering soft nothings as the tiny clutches their shirt, dry-heaving and gasping for air as overwhelmed sobs escape their throat. Eventually, they settle down, and fall asleep in their companions hands. Not the best nap in the world, but the noise is muffled when held against the giants chest, so it's something.

And the giant is stuck there. But is happy about it! Atleast the tiny isn't stark terrified anymore.

Oh my God I went off the RAILS for that one but just...petrified tinies afraid of fireworks or loud noises....please........

[smolgirlbigdreams]

HEY YOU, G/T WRITER!!!

Yeah, you! C'mere!

I've seen some talk in the community recently about writers not really getting the attention they deserve/not getting as many notes as artists (and no prob with artists! We love you artists ❤️). So I thought, why not call all the g/t writers together so we can support each other? Y'know, kinda get a little g/t writing sub-community going here on Tumblr if that makes sense!! The idea being that if we band together, it's harder to get lost in the heaps of short-form content that's out there. Plus, we can read each other's work and support each other! :D

Here's an idea:

Reblog with a little bit about you and your writing! (If you write anything that might make anyone uncomfortable please leave a warning as well.)

Link your awesome g/t stories!!!

Check out other awesome stories by other g/t authors and show them some love~

I'll start!

Hi! I'm Eliza and I've been writing since around 2016, although I was a bit too scared to post anything until I started working on my current story!

Right now I'm working on a book called Too Small To Be Afraid, about a human girl living on a distant planet who has a fear of the giant race, pertheans. Only, she has to learn how to share a desk with one at school!

But enough about me! I want to hear about you! I'm excited to hear about you all and see what you're writing!!! :D

[soakedmilkgt]

The brainrot is so strong I made a comic cuz I cant write

[st4rryyynight]

★what if. what if I shared a cringe little (long) something, I dunno, some self indulgent stuff that was just dusting in my notes app. okay fuck it, here we go.★

— |✧| rise!donatello hamato with a borrower reader (romantic??)

— |★| Sooo, after a few months have passed since Donnie discovered borrower!reader snooping around in his- apart from some conflict regarding (reader) stealing stuff from his lab the first few days prior knowing about their existence- they've been trying to form a little bond with each other, building up their trust and.. friendship- in a rather slow manner. Because it is quite hard for a 6 inch tall being to trust a stoic- and at times, erratic mutant scientist, and it is quite difficult for Donnie to trust the little creature that's been thieving from him.. well they did it in order to survive- but still !!

— |★| So, yeah- they are taking the whole 'forming trust process' slow and stuff- for example, (borrower!reader) bringing back donatello's equipment that they haven't used yet- and in return, he acts less..cold- towards them. The bare minimum and stuff.

— |★| Though, as time passes on- those subtly and shy signs of them building up a bond, could get a bit more casual- if that makes sense. For instance, they could exchange little gifts with eachother, maybe attempt to make small talk with Donnie attempting to not overwhelm (borrower!reader) in the process. Now, Donatello could still be skeptical of (borrower!reader's) decision to bring him little presents and equipment for him and his inventions, however I feel like he would as well find their shy acts of generosity a bit.. cute?? Maybe, though he would try and brush off those thoughts, since he can't possibly find a small little creature that has been scurrying around in his lab 'cute'.. (or can he??)

— |★| So, let's say now- the gift-giving begins to get accompanied by conversations and such. Maybe (borrower!reader) could oh- so curiously ask about his creations and express genuine wonder and such. Now, that would as well make Donnie feel flattered, and as well gratitude towards (borrower!reader) for actually wanting to hear about his inventions. But, still- the small- burning feeling in his brain still whispers some shit about them being 'cute', and everytime they seem to visit- it just strengthens. Growing subtly, that is.

— |★| Yeah, so- while trying to form a platonic bond, Donnie ends up falling for (reader) against his very own will- still having a little pit in the back of his brain telling him that it's a bit shameful for himself to show signs that the tiny creature who used to 'borrow' his stuff- which annoyed him to a great degree, is now bringing him gifts and expressing actual wants to learn about him and his interests. Those little actions alone, for some reason- make him want to get a little more soft with (borrower!reader) ?? And it quite bothers him, and stuff.

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the participants of g/t july are stronger than any army soldier. thank you for keeping us all fed, i owe you artists and writers my life. if you do g/t july i hope you find a twenty dollar bill on the sidewalk i love you

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The Forest Kingdom

Chapter 2

3.2k words

Heyy everybody here is chapter two. This ENTIRE chapter is g/t as promised, so hope you enjoy! By the way writing this chapter was basically how I studied for my ap lang test if your interested 😋 I think the test went pretty well too maybe a five? Anyways keep reading below!

Cassian: First Interaction

The second Cassian locked eyes with the person on his countertop, a name resurfaced in his brain. The edges of the letters were hazy and foggy in his mind, but he could clearly see a word forming.

“Sylven…?” Cassian whispered. “I- Is that your name?” He clutched his head, a sharp pain erupting. How did he know the guy’s name? There wasn’t a way he could have known him already, he wouldn’t have forgotten a miniature person. Or what if I had? Cassian realized. What if he knew this boy before his memory cut off? Cassian was unable to finish his train of thought before he heard a whimper and his attention was drawn back to Sylven.

“C- Cassian? Is that really you?” Sylven squeaked out, tears filling his wide eyes. Sylven was cowering away from Cassian; he was so, so tiny.

What. The. Hell. How in the world did he know Cassian’s name? Cassian caught a whisper of a smile on Sylven’s tiny face. Cassian also noticed Sylven shaking like a leaf. He smacked himself in the head again; it finally dawned on him how scary this situation must be for a guy his size. He didn’t really consider it before, and Cassian didn’t want to admit it, but Sylven was kind of completely at his mercy. Cassian crouched down, leveling his gaze with Sylven. He didn’t want to be big and scary.

“Hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I just saw you injured in the forest and thought I might be able to help. I can take you back if you want, but I have some bandages and meds that might make you feel better.” Cassian spoke softly and quietly; he didn’t want to startle the little guy. He paused and thought for a second, then added: “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I'm wondering how you know my name?”

Sylven paused for a second, as if contemplating how to answer, but he just shook his head. Alright. That was alright. He already looked scared out of his mind, so Cassian couldn’t expect him to continue a conversation just yet.

Cassian stood up again, slowly. He didn’t want to do anything that might startle Sylven. This kind of fear definitely couldn’t be healthy for somebody already horribly injured. Cassian tentatively inched his hand forward until he was touching the medicine he left near Sylven. He used the tip of his finger to nudge them closer.

“Here. I have some meds that might help you with your bruises. This is aspirin, which might help numb the pain. I also have tylenol, which helps with headaches if you’re having any. I don’t really know what to do about your leg though, it looks pretty twisted. Do you think you’re able to walk just yet?”

Sylven responded by shivering even more violently than before. Cassian breathed out a snort of laughter; this might take a while. Not that Cassian minded, he liked to think of himself as a pretty patient guy. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted nothing more than to sweep Sylven up and keep him warm and safe in his hands; he liked the feeling of holding Sylven cupped in his hands earlier because Cassian knew that as long as he had Sylven, no more harm could befall the little guy. There was no way he could do that yet though, but maybe once Sylven felt a little more comfortable.

“Alright, how about this: I’ll go get us some snacks because I’m starving, and you can use your alone time to calm down a bit. If you want to go anywhere, including back to the forest, just yell for me and I'll take you. Back in a flash!” Cassian flashed Sylven a grin and stepped off to the kitchen.

Sylven: First Interaction

Sylven was overwhelmed by how huge everything around him was. The lights were too bright, he could hear the rhythmic motion of the blades of the fan spinning in slow motion, he could feel a slight breeze coming from that fan, and he could hear the uneven beats of water dripping out of the sink. Even though he could tell the giant before him was speaking quietly, the voice still reverberated throughout his entire body. It’s crazy somebody could hold that much power in just their voice; Sylven prayed there was no malicious intent behind Cassian’s kind eyes.

He had come to terms with the fact Cassian was gone and never coming back a long time ago, when the existence of humans was confirmed. It was absolutely insane that Cassian was now a human; it doesn’t make sense. Sylven considered the idea that maybe the person towering over him might be a Cassian imposter, but shook his head instead. How would an imposter guess his name? Also, the boy who crouched down and spoke to him softly was too nice to be anyone other than Cassian. He was so lost in thought he didn’t catch the last thing Cassian said.

That’s when Cassian stood back up again. He was so insanely huge; he could crush Sylven with just one finger. He remembered how sweet Cassian was when they were children, but how well did he know him now? What if Cassian decided to keep him locked up or treat him like a pet? So far, he hadn’t done anything demeaning, but for Sylven it’s only been a couple minutes.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sylven saw Cassian’s hand reach forward. Oh no, he’s going to grab me and hurt me. Sylven cowered even further back. Cassian was so tall Sylven couldn’t even see his face without craning his neck all the way; instead he hugged his knees in all the way and shoved his head down.

Sylven braced himself for the grabbing, but it never came. Instead, Cassian offered him meds and asked about his leg. Oh right, my leg. Now that Cassian mentioned it, Sylven was finally hit with a wave of pain. Feykin could fall from pretty high heights and walk away without a scratch, but a six foot fall was really pushing it. Especially if he fell at a weird angle, which he had because he was pushed. Sylven crossed his arms and glowered at the thought. Those patrols must’ve thought they’d kill him if they’d glimpsed Cassian’s giant figure carrying him away; and Sylven was sure they had, from a safe and cozy hiding spot. Little did they know. Him and this giant actually used to be best friends. Maybe Sylven should have Cassian come by the village and give them a good scare.

Alright, he was getting ahead of himself. He couldn’t even talk to the guy yet; his mouth glued itself shut out of fear every time he simply opened his eyes. He knew Cassian would never agree to it anyways. Too nice.

Cassian offered to go get food and left the room. His voice was soft, but it still sent shivers down Sylven’s spine. He could feel the vibrations and the rumblings of Cassian’s massive steps throughout the entire bathroom countertop.

Sylven attempted to stand up, maybe stretch, but his efforts remained fruitless. His leg really was twisted bad. At his village, any kind of physical impediment turns someone into an outcast, and most of the time they wouldn't last long enough to heal anyway. When he was a kid, before the scare of humans, medicine and medical practices were easily accessible. However, after the kingdom-wide lockdown, a lot of hobbies and jobs were lost in favor of spending time scavenging food and water from wherever it was available. Having enough time to sustain someone’s mandatory bodily needs and to pursue their passion was a luxury most people couldn’t afford; Sylven was lucky his passion for cooking was a relevant skill in this day and age.

He heard Cassian on his way back before he saw him; it was pretty hard to miss the mini earthquake the guy created with each stride. In his hands, Cassian balanced a paper plate, a bag full of chips, a glass of water taller than any height Sylven could ever hope of growing to, and a small soda bottle cap. “Alright buddy, I don’t know how to cook, but I brought us some chips. Have you decided if you want any medicine yet or not?”

Sylven opened his mouth and closed it again after no words came out. Sure, he knew Cassian, or at least felt like he knew him, but he wasn’t going to overcome his lifelong fear of humans in minutes. But he was hurting really bad, and he did want some of the aspirin. He opted for a small head nod, if Cassian could even see it. He did, and offered a small smile. “Perfect, i'll crush up some aspirin; this big of a pill would not be healthy for a guy your size. Did you need tylenol too?”

Sylven shook his head. Cassian smiled again.

“Sounds good.” Cassian picked up the bottle of aspirin and took out one pill. His motion was slightly faster than he had been before. Sylven flinched back.

“Sorry…” Cassian looked away, feeling guilty and cheeks turning red. He squatted down again, so he was in the same position he had been in earlier; his line of sight meeting Sylven’s. Sylven really appreciated how thoughtful Cassian was being towards him.

Cassian, still holding the pill, paused for a second as if contemplating what to do. Quickly, he reached in the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. He placed the pill on the paper plate on the far end of the counter (away from Sylven this time) and placed the device on top of it. Sylven was watching him intently. Cassian noticed and flashed a smile. Looking back, he put all his weight on top of the phone and used his hands to push it down. The two boys both heard a loud CRACK as the pill split into pieces safe enough for Sylven to digest.

A shudder ran through Sylven’s whole body. No matter how many times he saw it, he didn’t think he could ever get used to Cassian’s raw display of power. Cassian could crush him or capture him in an instant and Sylven wouldn’t be able to do anything to protect himself. Cassian looked over sheepishly. He had (correctly) assumed that his show of strength would make Sylven uncomfortable.

“Sorry again… but here!” He exclaimed, pushing the plate towards Sylven. “This should help a lot, especially with the bruises. Only take a small pinch of it; I wouldn’t want you to overdose and end up feeling worse.” Sylven gingerly (and hesitantly) propped himself up and started crawling off the sweatshirt towards the plate; his leg hurt too much to stand just yet. It took him a minute to finally reach the center of the plate and sit down steady enough to grab the medicine.

He glanced back at Cassian, who hadn’t crouched back down since he stood up to crush the pill, and who was looming over him once again. Sylven’s cheeks turned red. This was such a demeaning situation; he couldn’t talk (out of fear), couldn’t walk, and was currently sitting in the center of a giant human plate. He just felt so tiny, even if Cassian didn’t think anything of it. Carefully, he took a pinch of the aspirin, just like Cassian had said, and put it in his mouth to swallow. His face scrunched up at how horrible it tasted.

Cassian’s eyes widened, noticing the repulsed expression. “Oh! Sorry! That’s supposed to be a pill so it must taste disgusting, and I forgot to give you the water I brought,” Cassian hurriedly picked up the soda bottle cap he had brought with him and filled it up with water from the sink. A little too quickly for Sylven's liking, but he appreciated the speed when it came to ridding him of this awful aftertaste. The cap was dwarfed in Cassian’s hands, but it was more like a trough than a cup for Sylven. Cassian used two fingers to steadily bring the cap closer and closer to Sylven’s reach.

Sylven shifted in his seat. This was the closest Cassian had been to touching him yet, at least while he’s been awake. A tiny shift of Cassian’s finger could knock him out easily, but Cassian held steady and passed the water over with no problem. Sylven guessed he might’ve been a little nervous too, because he heard (and felt) Cassian let out a sigh after he pulled his hand away.

After taking a few sips, the taste from the pill in his mouth was more than fifty percent washed out. He looked up again to see Cassian fidgeting with his hands.

“So…” Cassian started meekly, “It might be kind of awkward to eat in the bathroom… Would you want to go to the living room instead?”

Sylven nodded his head right away, thinking nothing of it. Cassian beamed.

“Alright! I don’t think you would be able to get there on your own. Is it okay with you if I pick you up?”

Sylven stilled. Maybe he should have considered the logistics before agreeing immediately. He tried to sit up, at least so he was sitting on his knees like before. Only now, his nerves were worse and he fell backwards. Sylven’s cheeks turned red, and he looked up at Cassian and nodded. Cassian nodded back, not letting the pity he was feeling creep onto his face.

“Alright, I gotcha.” He reassured Sylven. Gingerly, and very very carefully, he reached his hands forward and positioned each of his fingers underneath Sylven one by one. Cassian’s fingers were soft and smelled like soap; they were steady enough that he could tell each one individually was strong enough to support his entire person.

“Ready?” Was all the warning Cassian gave before he was lifted up into the air.

An instant wave of vertigo hit him as he was rocketed up. Cassian quickly cupped his entire hands underneath Sylven and positioned his thumbs to hold him in place. Not like he was holding an object, but as if he was providing a seatbelt; a safety precaution that Sylven actually found quite comforting. He brought Cassian up to his face. “You okay, uh… Sylven?” He asked. Sylven nodded his head slowly, the height dizzying him. The ground was as far below him as it had been when he fell off the branch, maybe further.

With that, Cassian sauntered off to the living room, Sylven in hand.

Cassian: Living Room

Cassian had been itching to pick Sylven up since he first awoke, but as he carried him to the living room he could see (and feel) Sylven shaking. He must be so scared; Cassian would probably be too if he suddenly awoke in a completely new place with a giant. He made sure to be very gentle.

It's not that Cassian enjoyed his automatic control over Sylven, but he liked feeling in control of a situation. He liked to control Sylven’s possible threats, not Sylven himself.

Cassian also liked how cute Sylven looked huddled in his hands.

He could feel every miniscule movement Sylven made. It made him nervous, walking with the knowledge that he was holding an entire life in his hands. He reached the living room and set Sylven down on a couch cushion relatively the size of a football field. “I need to go get the snacks; be right back.”

Cassian left for the bathroom to grab the chips and water cups, but decided to go back to the kitchen and trade out the paper plate for a paper bowl that was clean of pill residue. When he arrived at the couch once again, Cassian set the snacks on the small table in front of them. He noticed the room was getting really dark; the sun outside had just made it past the horizon. He walked away and turned on a lamp before getting ready to sit down. He chose the spot on the opposite side of the couch to sit, even on a different couch cushion, but he still saw Sylven fall back out of the corner of his eye. He pretended not to notice. “Do you want to watch some TV? Also, it's definitely late enough to eat dinner so I can go get us food that's a little more nutritious. Is there anything you want? I don’t have too many options but I can try to whip something up.”

Again, no response other than a small shake of the head. Cassian sighed. He hoped he wasn’t so scary that he was going to have to stay stuck in a one-sided conversation. He was about to get up when he heard a small squeak from across the couch.

“Cassian,” Cassian was now completely still; complete attention on Sylven for fear of missing this special moment. He loved the sound of his name on Sylven’s tongue. “Th-thank you, s- so so much.” Cassian could hardly hear his tiny voice, but the volume at which Sylven spoke was no representation for how much Cassian’s heart swelled.

“Of course,” He assured, flashing a smile. “It’s what friends do.”

*End of Chapter 2*

Special Anecdote: Rowan (Back in the Forest)

Rowan knew they had fucked up. He looked at Laith, whose eyes were wide with fear and was obviously thinking the same thing. “The older patrols saw us walk off with him…” Laith whispered. They had just beaten a village boy up, took him past the legal borders against his will, pushed that same village boy off a six foot tree branch into the awaiting hands of a human, and watched like scared rats as the human walked off with him unconscious. They had just unintentionally masterminded the fifth kidnapping of a citizen by a human, kingdom wide newsworthy event. Rowan just knew they were going to get in so much trouble once they got back to the village. After the thundering steps of the human disappeared (and might Rowan add that was the biggest human he had ever seen), he and Laith scurried back in the direction of the patrol base.

“Maybe we can just say he ran off on his own? His word against ours, and he's not even here.” Rowan suggested.

“Yeah… I guess guards won't care enough to argue but the villagers will hate us.”

“They already hate us.”

“Yeah but now they’ll hate us even more.”

The two patrols walked in silence for the rest of the trip. They both hated getting assigned to patrol at this crappy village. Everybody knew this was where they sent the expendable people; it was the area with the most human sightings. Plus, Rowan had heard a rumor that this was the village where the very first person went missing, even before that patrol spotted a human. Apparently, a young boy disappeared overnight. It’s easy to guess the rest; he went wandering into the forest and got kidnapped by a monster he didn’t even know existed. His parents are in the royal prison now; maybe they were the ones who sent him off.

**End of Chapter 2**

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Thank you everybody who liked the first chapter enough to give the second story a try. This is basically my first real attempt at writing, so I would appreciate any feedback on how to improve my writing style!

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If you are an artist and/or writer and have several comments underneath your posts expressing their appreciation and love towards your work, yet choose to purposely and blatantly ignore the people that took time from their day to let you know how much they enjoy what you create, I genuinely hope both sides of your pillow remain scorching hot for the rest of your life 🫶

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You know how you look up to someone and how someone looks up to you? Okay, now make it g/t

Lemme explain via example: Imagine a writer who types all their stories on their computer. Maybe they share them online maybe they are way too nervous to do that, and just keep it a secret hobby. Anyway, one day they leave their desk to do something only to come back and notice that their writing document moved to a different page, and their computer didn’t fall asleep like it usually did. This confuses them but they brush it off, telling themselves that maybe they were faster than normal and maybe accidentally moved the page.

However, it keeps happening. Each day they walk away for a moment or even longer, their computer never falls asleep and is on a completely different page. This starts to freak them out. So, they decide to walk away and then sneak back as quietly as possible. When they peek their head inside, they see a tiny little person at their computer, just staring at the screen. The writer watches as the tiny continues to read their story, and that’s when they realize, they’re reading the writer’s story. They walk in, spooking the tiny. The tiny is in shock, they can’t tell if it’s just fear of being seen or getting the chance to actually talk to the writer whose work they adore, perhaps a mix of both. Maybe the tiny gets overwhelmed and before the writer can ask the classic “What are you” question, the tiny burst into a bunch of questions about the story the writer is writing. The writer taken aback by this, just awkwardly answers them and tries to ask them a question only for the tiny to continue asking questions. Eventually the tiny remembers that “Oh right… I’m not supposed to be seen…” and cautiously asks if the writer is upset with them and whether they will hurt them. The wrier assures them that they are mad and won’t hurt them and are honestly glad that their computer wasn’t hacked or there was a ghost or something. Also, how could the writer ever hurt their biggest…well smallest fan?

Maybe they build a friendship where the tiny helps the writer with ideas and getting over those writing hurdles. Hell, maybe the tiny even was inspired by the writer and tried writing their own story and shares it with the writer. Maybe the writer gains the confidence to share their stories online or even publish their work all because one little person loved their work. Perhaps the tiny, with the help of the writer, shares their own stories while hiding their identity as a tiny from everyone. So many possibilities! Just tiny little fans, forgetting they should probably focus on not being seen and not “What is Character’s favorite thing to do when they are bored?” Like sweetheart probably not the best time, but go for it.