#the gentle giant

[notemaker]

I drew Raph once to get some practice done and now his shoe-box shape has encaptured me.

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

The Gental Giant Part II Preview

Suddenly you heard a loud banging noise coming from somewhere, jolting you out of your deep sleep. The sudden noise nearly made you jump out of bed, making your heart race in the process.

Quickly, you looked over at your alarm clock. 2:28 AM. You let out a very deep sigh, as you threw off the blankets and got out of bed. The banging grew louder and louder as you came out of your bedroom. It was coming from your apartment door.

Who the fuck would be banging on your door at this hour? At this point, you felt very cautious at who was at your door. Slowly, you tipped toed over to the door to look through the peephole.

Nobody there. This is very strange, even to you. Without thinking, you raised your hand up and began to unlock the deadbolts. You left the chain in place, for safety purposes whenever you’ve opened the door.

Slowly, you began opening the door a little bit. Light from the hallway came in through the crack of the doorway as you opened it. Before you could look through to see who it was, something heavy and fast crashed into it with you still behind.

You flew backwards and crashed into the end table next to the couch. A searing white, hot pain surged through your whole body as you felt broken shards of glass against your back. A tall dark shape stood over you, breathing heavily.

“Finally found you bitch,” the voice said. It sounded very familiar, but you couldn’t place it. As you tried to stand up on your two feet, something small and sharp jabbed straight into your upper arm near the shoulder. You gave out a small cry.

Lifting your other hand up, you touched the mysterious object and sent a shock through your whole body. It was a small syringe. You took it out quickly and tossed it across the room. All of a sudden, your whole body began to go numb.

Then you fell back to the floor and landed on your side. Whatever was injected into you, it worked very fast to knock you out like a light. The shadow figure walked over to you, grabbed your ankles, and started to drag you across the floor.

You felt the broken shards of glass dig deeper into your skin as you were dragged across the hardwood floor. Like tiny needles being pushed deeper and deeper into you. Every inch was getting weaker and weaker.

Without warning, you were thrown from the floor and onto something smooth and soft. You quickly found it was your bed. You were dragged into your bedroom, but for what reason? Your vision began to blur, losing focus on the figure.

“Finally,” the figure spoke, “after two fucking whole weeks, I’ve found you at last. It took awhile, but it was fucking worth it.” The voice said with so much glee. It sounded proud of itself. You started drifting away a bit, but you stayed awake. Both eyes fluttering open and closed. 

Suddenly, you felt something sit down at the edge of your bed pulling you down almost. “I don’t know if you still remember me. It feels like forever, but it’s only been two weeks.” the voice said. You felt cold and rough fingers run up and down your neck gently. Then you felt a gloved hand grab ahold of your neck and began choking you.

The figure laughed in a sinister, playful way as you felt your airway being crushed. It felt very familiar. Then your memory started to rush back from that night. The night that it happened. It was the one that caught you before you could get away safely.

Charlie. The younger brother. The one that was about to get even with you after you pepper sprayed his older brother Terry in the eyes to let you go. He was going to do something worse to you, until showed up and stopped them both in time.

This time is different. This time, Bane won’t come and rescue you for the second time. You felt your heart stop a couple of times when that thought kept on racing through your mind. Then you felt a rush of air return to your breathless throat. Feeling his hand leave your poor neck alone.

You began coughing and hacking as the air rushed back into your lungs. Numbness took over your body, as you couldn’t move a muscle. Whatever he stuck you with, really worked fast. It felt like you were floating on thin air. Floating freely in a way.

 “Do you remember Terry,” he continued on, “my older brother?” He asked with a serious tone in his voice. Since you couldn’t move much of your body, you slightly nodded your head yes. “Good. He’s dead, because of you.” He was getting more angry now.

Dead? How and when did this happen? All thoughts went straight to Bane. Bane nearly snapped the guy’s neck in two like a toothpick, the way he was holding him. But, is that possible to happen?

“If you thinking it was your lord and savior Bane that killed my brother. No, it wasn’t him. Do you know what really happened to him,” his voice was getting more and more serious now. Still not being able to move, you shook your head no back and forth slowly.

“After we got back to the group, our Commander was fucking pissed off for coming back all beat up and empty handed. When the both of us told him about Bane, he got so fucking scared. Anybody that crosses paths with him is a fucking goner. Both my brother and I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t hear us out. We were kicked out. Nobody stuck up for us either. Soon after, we were left to fend for ourselves in the desolate streets of this fucking city. We had no shelter, no food, and no place to sleep. He died days later, because of his injuries. Because of you, I watched my own flesh and blood painfully die in the streets and not in our shelter.”

All of a sudden, you were struck across the face with a big blow and you gave out a sharp cry. “I WATCHED MY OWN BROTHER DIE AND IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU BITCH,” he yelled staright in your face, as you could smell alcohol from his foul breath. Tears began to stream down your face now. A sharp pain began to form on your face where you were struck.

“Now,” he went back to a normal tone, “now, this is where I get even with you.” You felt him on top of you now, crawling over your limp body. “Forget eye for an eye. I’m going to do something much worse to you and you won’t escape me this time.”

He bent himself down and whispered something into your ear. The words cut deep as shock went through your whole body. You began sobbing softly and uncontrollably, as you clutched onto the bed sheets.

“I’ve made it much easier for myself by sedating you, so that you don’t fight me and run off  like last time,” he said as he lifted himself off of your body. You felt him grab ahold of your sweatpants and began pulling them down your legs slowly.

A cold shiver went down your spin as you felt his hands run up and down your bare legs. He was going to violate you and your body. You continued to sob, with tears blurring your vision now.

He got off the bed once again and stood at the foot of it. “Don’t you worry. Once I’m done with you, you’re going to be my property and nobody else’s.” He said as he started to unbuckle his pants.

When he was distracted with what he was doing, there was the sound of heavy footsteps. The same sound you heard that night and it was followed by heavy, raspy breathing. Your heart began to race as that sound became all too familiar with. 

Your vision was blurring out from the tears, as a hulking, dark figure stood at the door frame of your bedroom. You couldn’t make a sound, as your mouth gaped open like a fish. Slowly, he stepped through the threshold of the doorway and behind the man that was going to violate you.

As he was about to pull his pants down, the dark figure grabbed him from behind and wrapped his large arms and hands around the man’s neck and face. He began to struggle as he tried to pry himself free from the figure’s harsh grasp.

“What have I told you little mouse,” he said through his mask, wrapping his large hands around his face, “about meeting again like this.” The sound of bone crunching broke through the silence and then there was a loud snap, as his head was twisted backwards. Soon after, the body dropped to the floor like a child’s rag doll.

“Now, see what you made me do. I did something unpleasant,” his voice began to fade away as the sedative took over the rest of your body, knocking you out finally. Darkness now covered your eyes.

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Finally. Here's the preview of part II for The Gentle Giant. I was originally going to do it over the holidays, but visiting family and work kept me busy for a while.

So, part II is going to take much longer to write out since I still need to play catch up with other requests.

However, my inbox is back open for a limited time for Valentine's Day prompt requests which I will link below. If you want to make a request for something else, please do so. January 28th is going to be the last day for requests until I reopen my inbox for the next character list.

Valentin's Day Characters and Prompts

[mortifiedatbeingknown]

"The Gentle Giant" (Epilogue)

Masterpost:

When the day arrived, there was no fanfare, no grand gestures or intense emotions. She merely wished him goodnight one day, and then woke up the next to find her giant sound asleep at the foot of the hallway. All of his blankets and pillows were piled around him, leaving the garage bare and empty. 

He did it. 

He did it! 

As if to seal the deal, the door to his former room had been firmly shut, for the first time since he had come to live there. He’d closed the door to his past with his very own hands. 

She was suddenly very glad he was asleep, for her face always got blotchy when she cried. She wiped at her eyes with her sleeve and tiptoed out, leaving him to rest. It wasn’t polite to stare after all, and she had breakfast to prepare. Today was a special occasion, after all, and that called for a treat. 

As the sun rose and the kitchen grew lighter, her nerves started to kick in. This was new territory for both of them, after all. How would he act now? If she didn’t know, then she couldn’t guess the proper way to react. It was stupid, this was nothing to be nervous about, but her heart didn’t listen. It never did. Crossing over to the sink, she pulled on her elbow-length dishwashing gloves to preemptively stop her scratching. 

It was fine. It was going to be fine. What was she even worried about anyways? He was her giant, and she trusted him, whether he knelt immobile or not. There was nothing to worry about. Everything was going to be… 

And then she heard a shuffle. A rustling of blankets as her giant began to stir. She forced herself to stay still, to let him come to her. This was it. What she had been waiting for all this time. 

Don’t screw this up. 

But when he poked his head out anxiously from around the corner, it was as if her anxieties no longer mattered. He was here. He was here, he was safe, and if she played the tiniest part in his recovery, then nothing would make her happier. 

How could she be nervous? How dare she be afraid, when for her charge, every step was infinitesimally worse? 

It’s not about you, she scolded, and it wasn’t. Right now, all she cared about was the large, gentle face that stared out, half hidden behind the wall. She focused on those eyes that glanced at hers for approval, as if checking to see that his presence there was really OK. 

Yes, yes it is. And it always will be. 

When she smiled in greeting, her eyes grew misty. “Good morning!” She said, willing her voice not to crack under the weight of her emotions. 

“Welcome home!” 

[captainsaltypear]

hhhh just thinking about the parallels between lady & Celci, bandit & Gunther, and burt & Wug like I KNOW THERE'S SOMETHING THERE

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[serendippertyy]

revisted my fluttercord swap au which I never posted here before but oh well gjdkd

pony discord has an interest in anomalies and is infatuated with draconequus flutters 😊😊💗💗

[phantomialie]

Very messy and rough sketch of Horror but eh

[venusaur-propaganda]

Drawing Venusaur with every Pokemon pt. Wailord

[herebegiants]

[thelilfae]

anim practice 🤍

not the best but, thats why we practice <33

[intheblackofmyroom]

prog fans that are still alive this is for you

[mortifiedatbeingknown]

"The Gentle Giant" (Pt. 1)

Masterpost:

Calm.

Quiet. 

Sweet. 

Gentle as a kitten. 

Wouldn’t hurt a fly. 

No one believed it. Not until they touched. At first, they would be cautious, a single finger stroking across an arm or a cheek, trying to gage how he would react. 

He wouldn’t. 

That was a lesson he had learned the long and the hard way. To move, to twitch, even if it was too lean into the touch or accept the privilege of being handled… those would only be seen as signs of aggression. The buyers would gasp, flinch, snatching their hands away as if bitten, and with a hurried excuse they would walk off to a less intimidating purchase. 

So instead, he stood still, letting their fingers glide over him. Tracing scars. Feeling hair. Poking at his muscles. Over and over, day after day. 

He never knew what to do with his eyes during this time. Stare up? Stare down? Close them entirely? It seemed that he would appear surly and unmanageable no matter what. Eye contact would make him appear too intelligent. Looking at the floor would make him too dumb. Closing his eyes was a symbol of disrespect, either for ignoring a potential master, or possibly implying resignation or discomfort, that he did not in fact enjoy being prodded at. 

That was the last thing he wanted anyone to think. 

So for now, he kept his gaze forward, unfocused, staring at a far distance while the world went on around him. Hopefully, his eyes looked not too alive, but not too dead. They would portray him for what he was: 

Quiet. 

Sweet. 

Gentle as a kitten… 

If they were brave, or interested, or perhaps just bored, the touch would grow more forceful. Now the hands would grab, pinch, peeling back his lips to check the teeth, or gripping his chin tightly to force his head upwards. Here, he had to be careful. There were two types that went this far; those who wanted to see how far they could go, and those who wanted to make sure he was not dull enough to neglect them of any interesting reactions. Each required different reactions. To the former, he would keep himself limp, allowing them to squeeze and explore as they pleased. They wished to test him, and he would oblige; prove that his seller was not lying. 

Calm. 

Gentle. 

Submissive… 

Those were his qualifications. A true gentle giant, but occasionally, there would be a customer who wanted… a little more….bite. A flash of rebellion. A flicker of rebellion. A sign that he would provide plenty of opportunities to enforce correction through punishments.

He…was not that. Would never be. He was far too well-behaved. Still, he tried, if for no other reason than to just try and please everyone. When his chin was forced up, he’d twitch. His brow would lower into a glare. A low growl would rise in his throat until it was a silenced by an ensuing slap. It was worth a try. But these masters… they always seemed to know. 

And so, they would walk away. 

It wasn’t just them, of course. Everyone walked away. It was the next step of the process. Either they would get scared, or flustered, or disappointed, they would each shake their heads and walk away, either away to another piece of merchandise, or away from Master’s booth altogether. Those were the worst times. To deprive Master of business…it made him especially grumpy. 

Sometimes, he would get close, so close. There hands would drift away and they would step back, thinking. They would walk away to talk to Master, voices low so he could only hear bits and pieces of their conversations. Sometimes they haggled. Sometimes, they even went as far as to shake hands. 

But then, he would stand up. 

And it was then, that all hope was truly lost. 

He could help his behavior. The way he acted, the way he portrayed himself, bowed his head, lowered his arms, calmed his breathing, loosening his posture, standing calm and quiet and sweet, gentle like a kitten, unable to hurt a fly. As long as he was kneeling, he could help out his master in every way he could. 

But there was nothing to be done about his height. 

Whether they were man or woman, tall or short, slight or broad. He towered over them all. When he stood, now matter how slouched, no matter how submissive, his shadow fell on surprised, terrified faces. They would quickly excuse themselves, apologize for wasting time, and flee. Those without dignity ran, those with more pride pretended to. 

And then Master would sigh, force him back down, retie him, and it would all start over again. 

“Too big.” They would say. Some got angry, claiming false advertising. “You didn’t tell me this was a monster!”Their voices were no longer hushed. They did not care if he heard this part. 

Too big.

Too scarred.

Too ugly…. 

Master heard every complaint, and nod, wishing his now former customers a good day. In the morning, he would just be disappointed. By the afternoon, he’d grow despondent. By night, he’d get angry. 

“How much more time am I gonna have to waste on ya?!” He’d grumble under his breath, only yelling once no one was around to hear. “How much time, and money, and food, and training…!”

He sat quietly, listening to him rant. It was the first part of his punishment. Every word was burned into his soul. He hadn’t been good enough today. Not good enough to be sold.Not good enough to not be a bother. And that meant more training. More punishment. More scars. More pain. More hurt. Uglier and uglier and uglier…. 

He looked down, squeezing his eyes shut. No, he wouldn’t cry. He was too well-behaved. He would sit, and learn, and obey, and take every deserved lash…

And then one day, maybe one day, he would be gentle enough to be sold. 

[whatifitwasgttho]

get you a giant boyfriend that is helplessly devoted to you

[limitedgigi]

I was summoned by the soft!Yan tag. Can you perhaps do a soft wolf boy yan? Big, scary and very aware of how intimidating he is but truly just wants a cute human to snuggle and kiss.

i love writing gentle giants!!! ofc :)

yandere! wolf boy headcannons

yan! wolf boy who lived in the woods near your cottage, staying away from civilization so he doesn't come off as a threat.

yan! wolf who is confused seeing you pick berries in a nearby bush, why are you so deep in the woods? for some berries??

yan! wolf who startles you when he sniffs your back, immediately jumping back at your sudden yelp.

yan! wolf who doesn't understand why you didn't run away from him after you saw him, i mean, he's a 6'7 feral looking wolf-man, why aren't you scared?

yan! wolf who immediately starts to act like a puppy as you reach your hand out to scratch behind his ear as his tail starts to wag.

yan! wolf who won't leave you alone as you leave that area to find more berries.

yan! wolf who picks you up to show you where the most delicious berries are!

yan! wolf who's ears droop in sadness as you explain to him that you have to return home.

yan! wolf who leads you further into the woods and closer to his den as you ask him to lead you outside of the forest. you can't leave him!!

"whaddya mean we're going deeper into the woods? nah, you're just tired and don't remember where you came from! here, lemme carry you!!"

[azuldoodles]

Too shy

[snootlestheangel]

Here's a thought about Ghost I can't get out of my head

Immediately after everything with the cartel, when Simon is in the hospital with so many wounds it's unreal he's still alive. Simon who looks like a mummy from all the bandages keeping him together.

At least physically

Simon Riley who is scared and in pain and not quite sure what's going on. Simon Riley who spent a long time being used as a pincushion. Simon Riley who is all out of sorts from the anesthesia and pain meds. Simon Riley who can barely speak because of his newly acquired Glasgow smile.

Simon Riley who just wants to go home.

Simon who starts to cry and weakly gestures towards the curtain keeping him hidden when he hears his brother's voice talking to the doctor.

Simon who can only whine and make pitiful sounds as he cries because his family is here and he wants them. He doesn't care that he looks this broken, he wants them

Simon who has to get pushed back into the bed when he hears his mother's voice.

Simon who is so scared, so broken that all he wants is his momma. All he wants is to be held by her gentle hands and shushed by her sweet voice.

His mother who fights tooth and nail to see him despite the doctors all saying she might not be able to handle seeing him like this. But she's seen him beaten and bloody by a man she once loved, what could be worse than that?

His mother who sees her son suffering and in pain, but she isn't upset seeing him like this. She can't be, when she knows he's never let her see how badly he's been hurt. His mother who knows Simon Riley would carry the world for his family and not let them see how much it hurt.

His mother who sees her sweet little Simon crying in bed, calling for his mum. His mother who just sits and holds his head in her hands until he falls asleep.

His mother never once leaving his side because he once never left hers.