#minigiant

[diegogtrattyart]

Minigiants can be loosely defined as giants... that aren't too giant.

They're certainly far bigger than any regular person, allowing them to do giant things. But they can still live out a regular person's lifestyle to some degree.

Do you happen to know any, besides Holly here?

[x-monochrome-x]

minigianr gf. if yuo even care.

[growth-opportunities]

I was thinking it'd kind of be nice sitting on the couch with someone, maybe watching a movie or just cuddling, close & comfy.. they start growing slowly, and it takes them a bit to notice, but they just keep growing. Being already so close and snuggled... I think it could be special.

No, but you're so right and you should say it. Casual, comfortable growth is an absolute champion and it should be celebrated more.

It's a movie the both of you have seen a dozen times, but you still laugh at the jokes and mouth key lines along with the actors. They lean their head against your shoulder, settling in under the blanket across both of your laps, a bowl of popcorn nestled comfortably between the two of you. It's a place the two of you have been so many times before and yet it's still so nice to come back to.

About half an hour into the movie, they start to shift. Something just feels a little off. The discomfort isn't bad enough to pause the movie or even get out from under the blanket, but it still warrants a little adjustment. They sit up and adjust their shirt, tugging it down where it's ridden up, their brow furrowed as it seems a bit tighter than it did when they sat down. Their belt, too, seems a little constricting, but it's at least easier to blame that on the now mostly empty bowl of popcorn. You glance out of the corner of your eye and maybe you recognize that their chest looks a bit softer, a bit fuller than it did earlier. Could just be the light of the TV, though. You brush it off as they settle back in for the rest of the movie.

Another thirty minutes and the growth is getting harder to ignore. On two separate occasions, their head has bumped into your chin and they've had to shift their hips to remain in the same spot. But the blanket is so comfy and the movie isn't even half over. The two of you share a knowing glance, eyes meeting as you glance to the side, and their lips curl into a charming smirk. They yawn, stretching their arms above their head, arching their back. The seam of their shirt audibly creaks and the anime characters on the front warp as the fabric stretches over their swollen breasts. They reach down and undo the button of their jeans, their hips surging out to the side as they're no longer contained.

But the end of the movie, the two of you are still cuddled up together, just in a slightly different way. Instead of them leaning against you, you're now perched on their lap, soft thigh and wide hips supporting you from underneath. Their enormous breasts make for slightly embarrassing but incredibly comfortable pillows as you lean back into them, feeling their chest rise and fall with each breath. After the credits roll, you tilt your head up to look at them, meeting their gaze as they look down at you. A tension fills the room, a question lingering in the air: which one of you will broach the subject first? Which one of you will acknowledge what's changed in the last two hours? They do have an easier solution, though:

"...You wanna watch another one?"

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

had a dream a couple nights ago about a scrappy lil human in a hodge-podge alien fleet befriending their biggest scariest most dangerous crewmate who turns out to be extremely clingy and has to forcibly carry the human away from confrontation before they try to fight something

[michaelmac6072-art]

Disgruntled gobbo. Gertcha doesn't even like golf, she just walked out onto a course because it was a vast, open space for her to grump around.

[olivexing]

whoops! this robot is a minigiant!

and he’s having an effect on Ben :)

[moodygirlzz]

Kye and Mason: Mini Giant

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Mason had always known he was small. At two feet tall, that was just life. Human-sized. Normal. What wasn’t normal was dating someone who could practically fold him into their arms like a toy. Kye was seven feet of bony limbs and soft muscle, long arms that never seemed to know where to rest, and bleach-blonde hair that always looked like it had been dried in a rush and never fixed.

Mason stood at Kye’s shin as he waited for the kettle to boil, one hand loosely gripping the leg of Kye’s sweatpants. The fabric bunched easily in his fingers, and he leaned lightly into the warmth of Kye’s calf. It was comforting — the towering presence beside him, the way Kye always froze slightly when Mason touched him, like he didn’t want to disturb something fragile.

Kye looked down slowly, blinking, eyes half-lidded with sleep. “What’re you doing down there?”

“Nothin,” Mason replied, his voice dry.

Kye let out a quiet snort through his nose, and crouched. He bent fully to the floor, his long knees cracking as they folded. Without warning, he reached out and slid his hands beneath Mason’s arms — massive palms spanning Mason’s torso easily, fingers curling around his back with the same deliberate softness he always used.

Mason huffed, but didn’t resist. “You do this a lot,” he murmured as he was lifted smoothly into the air, kicking his legs at the open air.

“I like picking you up,” Kye said quietly, almost sheepish. “You’re light.”

He set Mason on the kitchen counter, but didn’t step away. Instead, he leaned forward, the stretch of his torso blocking out the overhead light. He loomed without trying, broad shoulders casting a comfortable shadow over Mason. Kyes large palms rested on either side of masons thighs, his arms bracketing either side of his body. His disheveled hair fell forward slightly, still damp at the ends. His pale skin was flushed faintly, likely from the warmth of the shower.

“You’re staring,” Mason teased softly, grinning.

Kye blinked. “You’re nice to look at.”

That made Mason pause, warmth rising beneath his skin. Kye wasn’t one for flattery. When he said things like that, it meant he means it.

Then Kye’s fingers brushed up, large and warm as they tilted Mason’s chin up between his thumb and forefinger, his hand as large as the entirety of masons face, and he leaned in. His lips pressed against the side of Mason’s neck, soft and slow, a kiss that lingered. He shifted slightly, hand moving to Mason’s waist, easily pinning him to the counter with nothing but the weight of his palm.

“You’re really doing this right here, huh?” Mason asked, voice low, teasing — though his breath hitched as Kye’s mouth grazed just below his jaw.

“Mm,” Kye murmured against his skin, trailing his too large of lips along the length of Masons jaw. Mason exhaled a soft laugh, curling a small hand around Kye’s hoodie.

Kye’s lips dwarfed Mason’s jaw with every slow press, plush and too big for his face in a way Mason had come to secretly love. When they kissed, it was never delicate—Kye couldn’t really do delicate with a mouth that easily covered half of Mason’s lower face. His lips spilled over the edges of Mason’s smaller ones, warm and clumsy, but earnest. When Kye kissed him, it was like being swallowed whole—soft, full-mouthed affection that left Mason breathless and flushed, caught somewhere between overwhelmed and wanting more.

Kye pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, expression unreadable and sweet in its awkwardness. “Do you want me to stop?”

Mason leaned forward, resting his forehead briefly against the expanse of Kye’s chest. “No,” he said. “I like when your like this.”

Kye smiled, holding Mason close, he barely acknowledged the kettle as it clicked off, his hand already sliding behind Mason’s back. Without a word, he lifted him — not like he was being dramatic or showy, just like it made sense. Like Mason belonged in his large arms.

It was always strange, how easily Kye could carry him like he was an oversized cat. Mason was used to lifting, to speed, to movement. But Kye? Kye was solid warmth and heavy limbs. The kind of body that wrapped around you without effort, like gravity itself had a personality and it happened to be a lanky, affectionate giant.

He carried Mason over to the couch, settling them down together with the softness of a sigh. Kye’s arms wrapped fully around him, like a weighted blanket, one draped across his lower back, the other cradling his legs easily over his lap. It was full-body cuddling, like always. Kye didn’t really do halfway. He slumped deeper into the couch and exhaled long and slow, his broad chest rising and falling under Mason like a living mattress.

Then his chin came down — not roughly, just a bit too much. A big, bony weight pressing softly onto the top of Mason’s head like Kye was trying to physically mold them together.

“Kye,” Mason muttered. “You’ve got a whole couch and you’re still trying to merge us into one person.”

Kye didn’t answer. Instead, he nuzzled deeper, his large nose brushing along Mason’s tiny neck, warm breath pooling under his ear. Masons body always ran hot, and when Kye decided he wanted to cuddle like this it felt like he’d fallen into a pit of overwhelming warmth and limbs. Kyes chin nudged again, deeper into masons neck and shoulder, forehead pressing into Mason’s curls.

Mason groaned, squirming under the weight of Kyes arms “Kye—”

“You’re warm,” Kye mumbled, voice muffled and dozy.

“And you’re heavy,” Mason grunted, pushing at Kye’s chest with both hands. It was like trying to shove a boulder. “Ugh- get your face out of my neck. You’re gonna suffocate me with your jaw.”

Kye laughed softly, slow and lazy, but pulled back a little. His hand stayed firm around Mason’s waist, though — anchoring him in place against his body.

“Sorry,” he said, voice barely more than a breath. “Just… like being close.”

Mason glanced up at him — at his flushed cheeks, at the pale strands of bleached hair falling over his awkward, earnest face. He rolled his eyes, settling again with a sigh.

“Fine,” he muttered, “but if you smother me with your face again I’m filing a formal complaint.”

Kye smiled, lazy and fond. “Noted.”

And then he pulled Mason in again, gentler this time — like even in his sleepiness he was learning the edges of what Mason would and wouldn’t tolerate. His arms tightened, but softer now. A warm, heavy blanket of limbs and breath and comfort. Mason didn’t resist this time. He let himself be held, listening to the slow thud of Kye’s heart under his ear, the silence settling warm around them.

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takin' a walk

[jinjofitzo]

bimonthly g/t post (oaaaa my gaaaa)! featuring me and my friends. in the second one riker became a minigiant too cuz I SAID SO!!!!!!!!!! these were drawn at school since they’re taking away phones. if u see me repost these, it’ll be that i’d finished digitalizinf them!!!

drawing my friends in g/t situations has been so fun and they’re actually really supportive :333 (that sounds like i came out to them that i was gay😭)

[diegogtrattyart]

I saw a post on Bluesky, and I knew what I had to draw today. At least she didn't have to try too hard to fail this one.

And yet. 💔

[tiny-brain]

So! It’s finally October First! In celebration…

I FOUND A MINIGIANT SKELETON

Hello sir

I’m up to here on him!

Make me very happy

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

on today's episode of Humans Pack Bonding With Things They Absolutely Should Not

(just wanted to tweak Jin's design a bit. lost the tendril drippies and bulked him up slightly. also tried to make an accurate height difference since Jin is supposed to be 12ft and Sam is 5'6)

[michaelmac6072-art]

Gertcha's Bad Rideshare

"Review: 0/5. Deranged driver, unaccommodating, every sharp turn felt like I would fall out of the car. Had to shift my weight around to prevent us from flipping over. Several times."

[clown-friend-gt]

Up, Up, and Away Chapter 22

I don't have much of an excuse for not getting this out sooner. This has been sitting in a word doc, mostly finished except for the very end. I feel like the ending is a little weaker because of it, but it works. I'll keep it in mind for the rewrite I keep telling myself I'll do when this is all finished, years in the future lmao.

Link to Masterpost

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Early Release

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Trevor drummed his fingers on his leg, eyes wandering around the prison infirmary. Some of the technicians were in the process of setting up a projector screen so they could go over the results of his final physical with him. He wasn’t ungrateful for the aid, not necessarily. It was certainly better than having to squint to try and read off a paper or a computer screen that was too small for him to make out clearly. Still, it always took them forever to set up the ancient projector, which only seemed to be used for this one purpose.

Maybe he’d have an easier time waiting if he could find a more comfortable position to sit in. Since there were no chairs here he could really use, he sat on the linoleum floor with his legs crossed. He’d long since got used to sitting on hard floors like this; that wasn’t the difficult part. No, it was the way he had to hunch over in rooms with shorter ceilings, just to keep his head from bumping into them. It always left a crick in his neck.

Most places on the facility’s grounds felt cramped to him now. The hallways, the classrooms, and especially his cell. He wondered if he’d have trouble standing up straight once he got out of here.

Maybe he was being melodramatic. He got his hour a day in the yard, at least. There was enough room for him to stand up and stretch when he was out there. So really, it was only twenty-three hours out of twenty-four that he had to spend packed in here like a sardine.

Someone cleared their throat, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked at the source of the sound and found the head doctor, Dr. Sterling, staring at him. When they made eye contact, the doctor gave him a curt nod and held up the stack of papers in his hand for Trevor to see.

“Ready to go over your results?” Dr. Sterling asked him.

Trevor nodded eagerly. He was hoping they’d come to the same conclusion he had. But mostly, he was ready to get this over with.

A ghost of a smile played at Dr. Sterling’s lips. “Alright then. Let’s get started.”

Someone hit the lights, and Dr. Sterling flicked on the old-fashioned projector.

Trevor did his best to follow along, but Dr. Sterling used a lot of technical jargon that went over his head. He did manage to glean enough details to confirm what he’d been suspecting for a while: his growth spurts were slowing down. Before, they’d been happening every couple of days. But it’d been almost a week since his last one, which was quickly becoming a pattern.

He was so relieved, he could’ve cried, though he didn’t let himself. Even without any other inmates around, it’d become a habit for him to hide any sign of emotion. Any sign of weakness.

It wasn’t even the pain from his growth spurts that bothered him so much anymore. The pain was bad, sure, but he’d practically become numb to it. What really troubled him, though, was his continued growth, and what he might turn into if it didn’t eventually stop.

Among the stacks of paperwork and reports the staff here had made on his condition, he’d occasionally spotted projections they’d made of what the next couple of years would’ve looked like for him if his original rate of growth had continued. They’d avoided showing them to him directly, but he’d caught glimpses. And what he saw was enough to seriously scare him.

At some point, Dr. Sterling had finished speaking and was now staring at him expectantly.

Trevor shifted a little under his gaze. “What?”

“I asked if you felt like you understood all that,” Dr. Sterling repeated.

“Mostly,” Trevor answered. He understood enough.

“Do you have any questions, then? Anything you need me to clear up?”

Trevor faltered for a moment. He was a little afraid to get his hopes up, but he just couldn’t resist.

“Do you think it could be over soon?” he asked.

“You’re referring to your growth spurts?”

Trevor nodded uncertainly.

“I think it’s certainly possible,” the doctor said, with a degree of uncertainty in his voice. “But there’s no way to say for sure yet.”

“As long as there’s a chance, that’s good enough for me,” Trevor said with a tentative smile. He felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. A knot he hadn’t realized was lurking in his stomach slowly began to come undone.

He shifted forward, preparing to leave.

“Hold on,” said Dr. Sterling, holding up a hand to stop him. Trevor suppressed a groan, having already gotten to his knees to prepare to crawl out of the room. He just wanted to be done already. After a moment’s indecision, he heaved a sigh and sat back on his haunches. Then he waited for the doctor to continue.

“Like I said, your condition is stable enough for you to join the FHTP. But I’m sure that once you transfer over to the institute’s care, they’re still going to want you to undergo regular examinations so they can monitor your progress.”

“Sure,” Trevor answered dismissively. Nothing he hadn’t already had to deal with for months on end. Besides, if his hunch was correct, he shouldn’t have to tolerate it for too much longer. His growth spurts would stop soon enough, and he’d be able to find some sense of normalcy in the body he was stuck with.

Sure, living at this size was far from ideal. But it was livable. That’s all that mattered to him right now. He could deal with everything else as it came.

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“You’re sure you don’t want to stop by your cell?” the corrections officer escorting him to the yard asked him.

Trevor made a face. If he never had to step foot in that place again, it’d still be too soon. Even on warm nights, the concrete floor he’d had to sleep on was cold and hard. The metal bars held a permanent imprint of his fingers from all of the times he’d been kept awake by a growth spurt, squeezing those bars to take his mind of the pain. And it was so small; there was no position he could sit in comfortably anymore within those walls. He’d be all too happy to leave it behind.

“No thanks,” he responded dryly.

“You know, if you leave any of your belongings in there, you won’t get them back.”

Without thinking, Trevor patted the pocket of his jumpsuit where he kept all the letters his mom had sent him.

“I’ve got everything I need from in there.”

The guard shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Soon after, they made it to the doors that led outside. He could hear plenty of activity coming from behind them. Everyone else was already out there. He wouldn’t be joining them for long; just long enough to say goodbye to the one person here that he cared about.

The guard stood out of his way as he got to his knees and pushed the doors open. He crawled through on all fours as quickly as possible. Going through doors like this was embarrassing, but he didn’t really have much of an option.

He stood up on the concrete landing that lay just outside the doors, skipping the stairs entirely as he stepped down into the yard. He took a few moments to stretch his sore muscles. Then he began searching for Wren.

They weren’t in any of the usual spots they tended to hang out in. They weren’t sitting against the fence, where they could watch the yard without worrying about being approached from behind. They weren’t in one of the sunny spots where they would sit and chat with Trevor on more peaceful days. They weren’t even hanging among the branches of the yard’s lone tree. That actually made sense, since the guards usually yelled at them whenever they attempted to climb it.

He was starting to get a bit worried. Surely, they hadn’t managed to land themselves in trouble with the warden before he’d even got here. This was his last chance to see them before he left this place for good.

“You look lost,” a familiar voice called out.

Trevor looked down to see that Wren had managed to sneak up on him. They stood beside him, hands on their hips and an impish expression on their face. He crouched down so they could speak face to face.

“There you are,” he greeted them with a smile. “I was wondering if I’d get to see you before I left.”

Wren’s amusement seemed to fade. “Wait, is that today?”

Their disappointed reaction caused him to falter, but he tried to keep his own enthusiasm up. “Yeah, pretty soon I’ll be training to be a superhero, if you can believe it.”

Wren said nothing. They wouldn’t meet his eyes. He put his hand on their shoulder to comfort them, ignoring the way it engulfed most of their arm as well.

“Don’t be like that,” he tried to assure them. “It’s not like we’ll never see each other again.”

Wren looked him in the eye, still moping. “You really believe that?”

“Of course. And until then, I’ll give you my address once I get there. You can write me anytime you want.”

“And you’ll write back? You won’t just forget about me once you leave here?”

Trevor fixed Wren with a serious look. “You really think I’d forget about you that easily? I’d still be alone and helpless if it wasn’t for you.”

Wren scoffed. “You were far from helpless when we met.”

“Wren, look at me. I’m big. I’m clumsy. I break things all the time. I couldn’t stick up for myself without seriously hurting anyone else. I couldn’t even write a letter to my mom on my own. I may be strong, but in a lot of ways I was helpless before you came.”

Wren tried to look away in embarrassment, but he put his hand on their other shoulder and made them face him again.

“I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” he insisted. “I couldn’t have stayed out of trouble without you watching out for me, and God knows how bad my grades would be without you helping me out.

“Honestly, maybe it should be you going off to become a hero instead of me,” he finished with a laugh.

Wren shrugged his hands off. “Don’t say that. You’re gonna do great.”

Trevor couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face. “You think so?”

“I know so. You’re a good person, man. And I’m just…” Wren trailed off, shaking their head.

Trevor’s face fell. “Just what?”

“Nothing. Forget I said anything.”

Trevor frowned. He poked them in the chest, making them stumble back a step.

“Careful what you say. That’s my friend you’re talking about.”

Despite themselves, Wren cracked a smile.

“Pfft, you’re such a dork,” they laughed, shoving his hand away. He laughed along with them, knowing they meant it as a term of endearment.

“I’m really gonna miss you, you know,” Wren added quietly once their laughter had died down.

Trevor smiled softly. He wanted more than anything to pick them up and wrap them in a big hug. But people around here already called the two of them gay often enough without them feeding into it. He didn’t really mind the accusation, nor did he understand it, since Wren wasn’t even a guy. But he figured Wren would hate to be seen as soft, so he resisted the urge. Besides, he wasn’t sure he trusted himself not to squeeze them too hard and accidentally break their back, or something equally terrible.

He settled for placing his hand on top of their head and ruffling their hair. That’s what he was hoping for, anyways. But since he could practically grab their head in one hand, he mostly ended up rattling them around by the head instead. Good enough, he supposed.

“I’ll miss you too,” he told them as they tried fruitlessly to pry his hand away.

“Let me go!” Wren complained loudly. After a few more seconds he obliged. They took a second to regain their balance, then glared at him. He had to laugh at their haggard appearance.

They marched over and slugged him in the arm. That only made him laugh harder.

“I take everything back, you’re a giant dickhead,” they grumbled. But he saw a smile playing on their lips.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he said after he’d collected himself. “You could join me if you wanted.”

Wren gave him a dry look. Before they could pipe up, he explained himself.

“I know you’re not the biggest fan of Lively, but I think you’d make a good superhero. You’re smart, you have a useful power, and you know how to handle yourself in a fight.”

Wren wrinkled their nose. “You’re really giving me the hard sell, huh?”

“What can I say? I want you to come with me.”

Wren’s expression softened.

“I still don’t think it’s for me,” they said with a sigh. Then, seeing the way his shoulders sagged, they added. “But I’ll think about it.”

Trevor brightened. Before he could say anything else, a guard called over, “Wrap it up Castillo, time to go!”

Wren gave him a sad smile. “Guess this is goodbye.”

“Goodbye for now,” Trevor corrected them with one last pat on the arm that only briefly made them lose their balance.

He stood back up to his full height. God, it was so surreal to Wren that they only came up to his knee, now. How much more would he change before they saw him again?

If they saw him again.

They watched him as he walked away. It was bittersweet, knowing that he had found his ticket out of here, but they had to stay behind.

He turned and gave them one last wave goodbye. They returned it, trying not to show how conflicted they still felt about his departure. He smiled, then turned to leave.

Pretty soon after that, he was gone.

What were they supposed to do now?

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As he exited the prison for good, he spotted the last person he wanted to see waiting for him. Warden Douglas examined the fancy watch on his wrist, then looked up at Trevor. He wore an expression of clear distaste on his face.

He didn’t understand why the warden seemed to hate him so much. It made sense that the warden had treated him like a criminal when he’d first arrived. He’d seen him at his worst, after all. But Trevor had worked so hard to better himself these past few months, and still the warden would cut him down verbally every chance he got. It was as if he wanted Trevor to feel as small as possible in his presence.

Warden Douglas strode over to him. The frown on his face only seemed to deepen. Standing in front of him, he gestured for Trevor to lower himself.

“Kneel down,” he ordered. “I have something to say.”

Reluctantly, Trevor got down to one knee. It wasn’t as if it did much to stop him from towering over the warden.

In one swift motion, Douglas retrieved something from his pocket and pressed a button on the side. The light on Trevor’s cuffs flashed red, and his hands flew together with a clang.

The warden held up the remote that controlled the cuffs that he and every other inmate wore with an air of triumph.

“Don’t think that that you’re free to act however you want, now that you’re leaving this place,” Warden Douglas warned him. “I have connections in the institute, and if you act up again, I’ll know it.”

He continued, a menacing undertone to his voice. “One step out of line, and I can have you thrown back in here like that.”

He snapped his fingers together to punctuate his point.

Trevor didn’t respond. He only stared down at his trapped hands, quietly seething. He wondered how the warden would react if he knew he was strong enough to pry them free, even with his powers nullified like this. He’d noticed it the first night he spent in these cuffs, but had only put it into practice fairly recently. He’d been caught during a lockdown with his hands behind his back and his nose itching like crazy. With a bit of effort, he was able to separate his hands with the cuffs still active.

He considered demonstrating it for the warden now, just to see the look on his face. No doubt it’d be priceless. But he doubted it’d do him any favors. And it might be best to keep that little trick a secret for the time being.

“Think of it like probation,” Douglas continued lightly, though he was still clearly mocking him. “Just be on your best behavior from here on out, and we won’t have any problems. Understood?”

He didn’t need the warden to tell him that. He knew how precious this opportunity was. He could not afford to mess this up, not even once. No more accidents. No more hurting people. He’d make sure of it.

“Understood?” Warden Douglas repeated impatiently.

“Yes,” Trevor answered.

“Yes what?” the warden prompted.

Trevor narrowed his eyes, blood boiling.

“Yes, sir,” he responded again, grinding his teeth together to try and control his temper.

“Good.” Warden Douglas clicked a different button on his remote.

The lights on the cuffs turned off. Trevor felt his wrists come apart with no resistance. Then, to his surprise, they came loose from his wrists completely and fell to the concrete with a clatter. He looked to the warden for confirmation.

“Get a move on,” the warden said, gesturing with his head. “I don’t have all day.”

Trevor didn’t need to be told twice. He got back to his feet and carefully stepped around the warden. He shot one last glance over his shoulder as he passed. Douglas watched him for a few more seconds, then turned to leave, taking most of the guards outside with him.

He shuddered as the warden left. If he never saw that man again, it would be too soon.

He plopped down on the curb of the correctional facility. His transport out of here was set to arrive sometime in the next five to ten minutes. So he had plenty of time to reflect in the meantime.

His leg bounced restlessly. He shouldn’t have felt as nervous as he did. This was a good thing for him. This was his chance to be of use. To make something of himself. To finally do something good with his powers, so he could begin to offset all of the damage he’d done. But why was he filled with so much dread?

Maybe it was because this was his last chance. If he screwed this up, there was nothing left for him. He’d spend the rest of his days stuck in jail.

He glanced back over his shoulder. He couldn’t take one more day in that place, much less the rest of his life.

With that thought, a cool resolve flowed through him. He couldn’t afford to fail. So he wouldn’t. Whatever happened, he’d keep his eyes trained on the horizon. Nothing would sway him from the path he’d set out for himself.

The sound of tires on asphalt pulled him from his thoughts. He watched in disbelief as a semi-truck with the institute’s logo on the side pulled into the parking lot. Was this the transport vehicle he’d been waiting for?

The driver parked the truck in front of him and hopped out. He walked around to the back and waved Trevor over, leaving little room for doubt.

He stood up, sighing to himself. He should’ve expected something like this. Where would he have fit? Nothing really came to mind. Still, he wasn’t looking forward to being crammed in that trailer for however long the drive to the institute’s campus would take.         Whatever. He could handle this much, he supposed. He steeled his nerves as he crawled into the back of the truck. Whatever life threw at him next, he’d be ready. He had to be.

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[sapphiretheharpy]

did a little mirror tool doodle of my OC late at night last night :)

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minigiant gets picked for The Sports Team. everyone pats themselves on the back, thinking they've got a star player on their hands. The minigiant is tall and strong, the tallest and strongest of any player, surely they'll win the game for them Turns out the minigiant is terrible, just absolutely garbage at the sport. Can't score for crap, absolutely uncoordinated and inaccurate, everyone else just easily manages to move and score past them despite their size