#i don't even know what to tag this tbh

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 55)

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Content Warning: Pregnancy/ abortion

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 55: Disaster ------

Bianca was trying to do better. She really was. Change was difficult, but she didn’t see any other way forward that wouldn’t reduce her to a constant sobbing mess. She needed to take drastic measures. 

She treated her personal maid and the other giant servants with more respect, going so far as to even learn their names. She tried to be nicer to her brother, even if he remained grumpy and rude in return. She gave her tiny men some distance, no longer handling them or wearing them on her necklace without permission. She even provided them with custom-made clothes from the royal tailor, to cover their nakedness. Gio and Graham wanted nothing to do with her, understandably, but Cesar was willing to give her a chance. She was thoroughly grateful for his agreeable, cheerful attitude. He seemed to be the only person, human or giant, that didn’t utterly despise her, despite her deplorable behavior. 

She was fully aware that forgiveness would not come easily, and the path ahead would bring its own challenges. However, she could not escape the consequences of her actions. She tried to brush off the strange sensations she felt in her body. She denied the warning signs. She strained to convince herself, in a futile effort, that she was only imagining things. 

The symptoms were unmistakable, when taken as a collective. The sensitivity and swelling in her breasts. Her mysterious need to pee more. Her unusual fatigue. Her unexplained nausea. She connected the dots with increasing alarm, and the absence of her monthly cycle was the decisive nail in the coffin. She couldn’t deny it any longer. 

She was pregnant. 

She was horrified at the revelation. She didn’t know how it was even possible. She hadn’t engaged in sex with any giants recently, only with her human men. She was terrified. If King Richard found out, there would be catastrophic consequences for everyone involved. 

She couldn’t trust anyone with her secret—not even her brother. She was in a panic, lost and alone, unsure how to proceed. She needed to eliminate the pregnancy, before it became visibly apparent, before her father found out. Her only hope was Hunter, the royal sorcerer, as much as she disliked him. She figured he must have some concoction or spell that could help her. As soon as she got the opportunity, she snuck down into the gloomy basement.  

The stone walls felt cramped and foreboding in the eerie torchlight, as if they were closing in on her, but she pressed on. She barged into Hunter’s office without knocking. He was inside, mixing a glowing substance in a glass beaker. Startled by the intrusion, he dropped the container, shattering it and spilling the contents all over the floor. The liquid frothed and bubbled like acid, collecting in the cracks between the bricks. Hunter spun around with fury. 

“Not again! Dang it!” He halted, biting his tongue when he beheld the royal. “Princess Bianca! How may I be of service?” He bowed, careful not to touch his bare skin on the wet stone. 

“Um…” Bianca found herself at a loss for words. Hunter kept his head lowered, clenching his jaw. The princess irritated him to no end. He wanted her to leave so he could get back to experimenting. 

Bianca swallowed the lump in her throat. “Do you have anything to get rid of…” She dropped her hand to her abdomen. “A pregnancy?” 

Hunter cocked a brow. “Oh?” He stood up. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a smooth black stone with eldritch symbols carved into the surface. The rock emanated a dark, sinister energy that seemed to suck the light out of the already dim cavern. 

“What is that?” the princess queried nervously. 

“A soulstone,” Hunter announced proudly, holding up the bizarre magical object. “It devours life and seals it away. You came at an opportune moment, because I just used my last charged soulstone to reanimate Ajax’s lifeless body.” 

Bianca took a step back. “Wait… I’m not so sure about this…” A sense of dread gripped her heart with cold, slimy tendrils. She didn’t want to be anywhere near that stone. There was something terrible and unnatural about it that squeezed her insides into knots. 

“What do you mean? This is an optimal solution. The budding life within you won’t be extinguished. It will be contained, recycled, and eventually bound to a new vessel, whether of flesh, clay, wood, or some other medium. It shall live on—perhaps in a twisted and unrecognizable form, merged with other souls, but nevertheless a fascinating marvel of medical science!” 

“Can’t you just give me a potion to drink or something, to induce a miscarriage?” Bianca requested, taking another step back. “That’s not what I want for my baby.” 

My baby. The words slipped out before she could stop them. A mental image flashed through her head of her holding an infant, but one that was human-sized, barely the length of a grain of rice. If the father was human, would the baby be small like him? Unlike a normal baby, such a tiny creature might be easy to hide, small enough to stash away and muffle its coos and cries. Small enough to keep alive without her father’s knowledge. 

Could she keep the pregnancy, without the king finding out? This novel idea bloomed in her brain with fresh hope. If the baby was abnormally small, which seemed more and more likely as she pondered the concept, she might not show. She could pretend nothing was amiss. Once the child was born, she could have her maid help take care of it in secret. Her offspring wouldn’t be subjected to the atrocious fate that Hunter suggested to her with his “solution.” She felt it may be worth the risk, as she imagined with tender feeling being a mother to a tiny child.  

A cute little baby, tying her indelibly to Cesar, the only person who seemed to show any genuine affection for her at all. He was almost certainly the father. Her heart warmed as she imagined raising a child with Cesar in domestic bliss. He’d be an excellent father, teaching the tiny child to walk and play and talk as it grew up. Perhaps the other two human men would warm up to the child too, and could play the role of loving uncles. For once, Bianca could bring something good into the world, something wholesome. She could experience a real family, one that wasn’t hideously warped and broken under the suffocating weight of her father’s authoritarian repression. Maybe, just maybe, she could be loved. She could be happy. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Hunter pressing the cold stone against her midsection. Abruptly, she sensed a tangle of poisoned tentacles invading the intimate regions of her body, a sickening rot spreading through her uterus. She froze up under the chilling influence; she could barely even breathe. The stone began to throb with a deep purple glow. 

“That’s odd,” Hunter remarked with a frown. “The stone isn’t supposed to do that when the soul is from a giant.” Understanding dawned over his face and he stared at Bianca in shock. “The father isn’t a giant…” 

Bianca, however, wasn’t listening. She could only focus on the horrific black scourge tearing through her, sucking out the life in her womb. She couldn’t allow this to happen. She couldn’t let Hunter imprison the soul of her innocent child. With a feral shriek, she clawed the stone away and jumped back. 

“Stop! I-I changed my mind!” she yelled. Hunter scowled, disappointed. If she wasn’t the princess, he would’ve overpowered her, pinned her down, and finished the process. Bianca scrambled to open the door and rushed out. She sprinted up the stairs, out of the dreary underworld and back to the domain of the living. 

She retreated to her bedroom, dismissing her maid and closing the door behind her. She flopped on her bed, brought her knees to her chin, and wrapped her arms around her legs. She didn’t know what to do. Cesar was most likely to be the father, but she didn’t know how he would react to the news—probably disgust. She was painfully aware of the presence of the three tiny men in the human house on her nightstand. She avoided looking in their direction. They probably didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary, considering her moodiness was habitual by this point. 

Bianca sat that way for a while, gnawing on her worries in her head like a dog with a bone. Unfortunately, the universe was determined to chew her up and spit her back out like a chunk of gristle. Her door sprang open and slammed into the wall, startling her to attention. The king prowled in, dripping with dark malevolence. As always, his huge guard shadowed him; Bianca sensed the same abyssal energy that flowed from the stone earlier, wafting from his menacing figure lurking in the doorway. 

“Daddy!” Bianca squeaked, spine stiff as a board. “Why are you here?” 

“Bianca.” His tone was cold and hard, clinical in its severity, without a shred of compassion. “I just finished speaking to Hunter.” 

A shiver ran through her every nerve in her body. “Oh.” 

“Who’s the father?” 

She cringed and bit her lip. “Um...” 

“I thought I made myself quite clear when I executed the last one. You were not to touch any of the male servants, Bianca! I’ll slaughter every last one of them! If I have to behead every single man in this castle who isn’t of royal blood to get my message across, so help me, I will!" 

“No, please! Don’t!” she pleaded in a panic. He wasn’t bluffing. The heartless king saw his inferiors as nothing more than bugs crawling around in the dirt that he could crush under his heel.  

“You fucking slut! You couldn’t keep your legs shut for a single moment! I won’t allow you to have an illegitimate child out of wedlock, Bianca! You’ll spoil all my plans with King Ivan’s kingdom! I won’t forgive you if you sabotage this critical alliance with your stupidity!” 

“Prince Ray is the father!” the giantess blurted out. 

Hardon cocked a brow. “I’m no fool. It’s pretty obvious he can’t stand you. Plus, the timing doesn’t work out.” He pulled his lips into a snarl. “Don’t lie to me, darling, you’re terrible at it.” Bianca blanched. 

“I haven’t had sexual relations with any of the servants! They’re too frightened to touch me!” she shouted. It wasn’t a lie, technically. The humans were pets, not servants. 

The king glared with pale irises that seemed to stab right through her mushy center. Bianca gulped. She couldn’t bear his gaze and turned away. Her hazel eyes flickered as she pointedly avoided looking at the human men. She stared down at the floor instead, but couldn’t avoid her father’s eyes boring into her with an excruciating intensity, his wrath burning her flesh like a white-hot poker.  

“You can’t keep the child, you know.” 

Bianca didn’t answer, but a single tear rolled down her cheek. She sniffled. 

“Ajax. Take her to the basement.” He flicked his wrist angrily and the big man shuffled past him into the room. He laid his enormous rough hands around Bianca’s arms, without physical force but with a resolute firmness that did not allow for any disagreement. Bianca, shaking, stood up with the knowledge that resistance would be fruitless. She sensed the unholy magic of the stone through his dead skin, the enslaved souls animating and preserving a vessel foreign to their origins. She felt a spastic shudder in her womb as Ajax guided her out of the room. 

Hardon remained, simmering with rage. He didn’t want to believe what Hunter had told him. He’d hoped that the sorcerer was mistaken, and the princess was simply fooling around with another giant in the castle. Her body language had been all too clear, however. She was lying, trying to conceal the truth to protect her tiny men. She had become too attached to them, enough to disobey her father for their sake—not at all what he had intended. 

Bristling with fury, he stomped over to the human enclosure and tore off the roof. He ripped out the furniture, crushing the miniature beds and tables and chairs in his hands before hurling them across the room with enough viciousness to dash them all to splinters. The three men, now with nowhere to hide, cowered in abject terror as the giant towered above them with blazing hatred.  

“So. Which one of you is responsible for this mess?” 

Chapter 56

Tag List: @maybeiamdownbad @tinycoded360 @yummynomms

[moyokeansimblr]

So my dad asked me what "the steps" for making conversions were because since I made the patreon he's suddenly taken an interest in it (and even complimented the shit out of my EP03CasualSuit)

and as I attempted to poorly explain my entire process I thought why not just record it? So here's a 2x speed of me converting something for one of my patrons - you can't download it yet because I have to do the other things they requested still (then I'll share all 5 things at once) but I figured why wait to post the video

So idk watch it if you're super bored, critique my process if you'd like, I'm sure there's probably much better ways like I'm by no means saying any of what I do is right or perfect in the slightest...but I've tried following other peoples' methods and I just get frustrated and stick to what I know 😂

Again, it's just posted on my normal real youtube channel alongside all my eurovision content...dunno if I should just make a new one called moyokean but meh

[nalyra-dreaming]

Ok.

So.

First off, thank you for thinking of me, I guess.

But.

I stared at this for quite a long moment.

The internet is a very dangerous place for "I heard" statements, in combination with an accusation like that. That is a red flag.

Also, when I searched the name I got results of more asks claiming something similar on other blogs... which reads to me like someone trying to set up this narrative. Another red flag, tbh.

And then I went and took a look at that blog (who I have never heard of before btw, and who has never crossed my path on here).

They made a somewhat controversial statement and they seem to have some bad experience in regards to proship, antis and whatever. That one thread took some weird turns on all sides. Someone called them fascist for that.

I am not going to saddle myself as the expert on them here. If you find them what you think they are you are absolutely in your rights to block and move on.

But going round other blogs and telling them that you heard that someone seems to be a fascist...

Not a good idea.

[seekingidlewild]

In all the teaching-twitter-refugees-tumblr-etiquette posts floating around, I have yet to see any that mentioned ageism. I think it’s important to point out that ageism isn’t quite as prevalent in Tumblr fandoms as it is on Twitter, and it would be nice to keep it that way. I have noticed that fandoms on Twitter tend to skew quite young, but here on Tumblr you’re going to see a wider range of ages within most fandoms. This is a positive thing. Older fans often bring a lot of experience and creativity to their fandoms. And it’s also simply comforting to know that there’s no point at which any of us have to age out of our fandoms. We can continue to participate in the things we love indefinitely.

[arottenwar]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please reblog my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

I am so sorry, this blog doesn't have many followers or much reach. But I wish you and your family peace and safety soon.

[scuderia-hamilton]

Brother everyone on tumblr defended suzie wolff and now everyone on tumblr is burning horner .... you gotta stop , i dont like him either but this is the shit that makes us all look like idiots

well first of all hello to you too bro :)) idk how to tell you this, it might be hard to take in, so you ready for it? there are other social media platforms, not just tumblr. mind blowing, right?

the overwhelming public reaction was exactly how i described it in my post, assuming that's what you're talking about. i don't really know what caused this visceral reaction, to be honest. i made ONE post pointing out the double standards that are very much a thing in the sport.

to me it seems like something i said pushed a button. i'm not gonna be defending or in any way supporting a man who is accused of sexual assault. you know what they say, everything that comes before the word but, is horseshit.

you coming on my blog, telling me what i can and cannot post, is where i draw the line. i know it's hard to remember that you're talking to real people on the internet and it's easy hiding behind anonymity, but i'm human, so talk to me as such. i also don't really know what you were trying to achieve with this, i'm not gonna take it down, because someone disagrees with it.

also regarding my post, if the shoe fits, walk in it.

have the day you deserve.

[copia]

"See you on the other side, son."

PAPA EMERITUS IV in RITE HERE RITE NOW

[dailyloopdeloop]

loop and mirabelle. That's it that's the ask

DAY 84: enrolled in the gossip wars

[azaracyy]

a lesson on good karma digimon survive week 2024 day 4: supporting characters

[theerurishipper]

I took upon myself the herculean task of compiling all Dick and Diana interactions.

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #16

Nemesis: The Impostors #3

Nightwing (2016) #100

Titans (2016) Special 1

Titans (2016) Annual 1

Justice League (2011) #51

Wonder Woman (1987) #161

Wonder Woman (1987) #166

Batman/Santa Claus: Silent Knight #4

Nightwing (1996) Annual 2

Some honorary mentions:

These two ones where Diana doesn't interact with Dick one-on-one and is only a part of a larger group, but it's still a good way to show that she respects and trusts him as a leader.

The Brave and The Bold (2007) #15

Justice League: Generation Lost #1

This one where Dick isn't here but Diana shows appreciation for his skills and is very quick to accept that Nightwing should be honored by being in the League (also this isn't about him but I love Clark's "finally, someone easy." That's a proud uncle y'all).

Justice League of America (2006) #2

This one where Diana isn't here but she lets Dick use her Lasso, I think that counts.

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #17

This one where Diana gifted Dick the fastest horse in the world, apparently.

Justice League (2018) #53

These from the 1966 Batman and 1977 Wonder Woman shows' crossover comic.

Batman '66 Meets Wonder Woman '77 #5

Batman '66 Meets Wonder Woman '77 #6

Batman '66 Meets Wonder Woman '77 #10

And then—

Then...

Yeah. That's about it. It's an unfortunately short list. But what little we do have shows that they have a bond of mutual trust and respect for each other. It's very interesting and I wish they explored it more.

[billiewena]

the worst part about the voter fraud on that spn "who is gayer, sam or cas" poll is that it makes all samgirls look bad when all the sam bloggers that *I* know are incredibly normal and sexy and too cool to care, their strongest opinion on it was probably that they just think sam and cas should kiss 😞

[torchickentacos]

The fact that Brock hates Drew is sooo funny to me but understandable tbh. Imagine being Brock. You've questionably made it your life goal to woo every woman you come across, and it goes poorly despite all of your best (and worst) attempts. and then some random bratty green 10/11 year old with a pet houseplant has more game than you and gets a canon-adjacent ship in like a sixth of the time it took you to accomplish nothing at all. like yeah I'd be fucking pissed too. what's even the point anymore. how do you survive that.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

it's less us adopting you and more like a-yuan where you ran up to us in a busy marketplace (tumblr tags/dashboard) and latched onto our legs with vengeance and adopted us into your chaos (but like in a good way)

Mutually Assured Adoption. We will take to the town and cause havoc

[feroluce]

Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.

Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks

Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.

And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.

So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.

He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.

Caelus doesn't have any of that.

He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.

And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.

So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-

("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")

-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.

Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.

(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)

((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."

And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.

And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.

The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))

[catocappuccino]

It's been a year since I redrew that one Snorkmimi render...

So yeah I did it again ofc I would, why oh why wouldn't I? Tee hee silly meee

Attaching the 2023 redraw and og cause- uh- I donno, because yes, why not!!!

[codacheetah]

5 for the isat ask game!

5 - What's your favorite optional event?

VERY TOUGH ONE TO ANSWER. I'm gonna go right ahead and disqualify twohats bc it's a predictable answer. If I had to choose just one though I think it'd probably be the sus event. It really got my goat on my first playthrough bc I didn't realize you had to do it in ACT 4. If I remember correctly I think sus is the only optional event locked to ACT 4??? Now that I've actually done it though I'm quite fond of it.

Sus event is one that you really have to go out of your way to do. It kind of reminds me of the True Ending in SASASAP but More and I'm sure that's intentional. Like the requirements for sus quest necessitate that you're going to do it, if not the loop before ACT 5, very soon before it. You have to know pretty much everything about Time Craft and Wish Craft already, so whatever you're doing in the loops now is basically taking out any optional stuff before you hit the end. You have to pretty thoroughly remember how the script goes just so you know all the best ways to break it. I feel like if the True Ending route is Loop going through the motions so many times that they can't deal with holding their facade together any longer, the sus route is Siffrin waving a big red flag around for help. There's just no way you're going to stumble into sus without preplanning what to do to rack up your points and make Odile aware of how Wish Craft works.

So I think it's interesting how much Siffrin pushes back against Odile trying to figure him out. It's a pattern of behavior that I am well aware of where you're desperately going "HELP ME" but you're not willing to accept it when it's offered to you.

Siffrin spends an entire loop screwing everything up, to a point that's frankly kind of egregious even by Late Stage Timeloopers standards, and then they can't reckon with the consequences of it. I don't think sus event is as intentional of a cry for help for Siffrin as it is the player, mind you. But I do think it's. Very tragic. Yeah of course "it's too late" in the sense that Siffrin's about to talk to Euphie and the whole journey will end, but moreso it's that by the time that Odile can piece together all the information necessary to figure Siffrin out, Siffrin is just far too deeply entrenched in his self hatred and fear of abandonment to be dug out. I think if Odile could somehow figure it out in, like, early ACT 3, or if Isabeau was just a bit more pushy in getting Siffrin to do a feelings talk, maybe they'd actually be able to reach Siffrin a little. But they're always just a little too late, every single time.

I think the fact that you start really getting a bunch of weird points in ACT 3 gives this event a lot of buildup. For potential dozens of loops you'll see Odile brush against the truth of the situation, and then just barely miss. By the time she figures it out, it's too late. Explodes

Expounded upon slightly more in tags bc I don't like typing in post bodies I feel like a fish on land. eek