Less A Thought And More A Snippet Of Writing But Heres A Chunk Of Something Im Working On.

Less a thought and more a snippet of writing but here’s a chunk of something I’m working on.

Warnings for fearplay, arguments, possessive behaviour. Let me know if I missed any.

“Optimus…?” Elias watched the Cybertronian cautiously, taking in his tensed plating and the thin curls of smoke pouring from his smokestacks. They’d never seen him look so tense. Was this argument getting to him that much?

Glaring azure optics looked down at them and they shivered. There was a burning rage in his optics and they involuntarily stepped back.

“Elias.” His tone was cold, iced over with hostility somehow seeping from that single word.

“Optimus, I had to-”

Between one moment and the next there was the slam of metal on metal, the sound vibrating through their body, reverberating across the vast room.

There was a fresh dent in the table, something Elias didn’t need to see to understand as they watched Optimus pull back his fist. The paint across his knuckles was scuffed from the sheer strength of the blow, revealing the gunmetal grey metal underneath.

Elias barely had to chance to choke out a single syllable before they were fixed under the gaze that began to blaze into a raging inferno. “You didn’t have to do anything. Our war is not yours to get involved in!” he snapped, an underlying growl to his words.

Their own temper flared, frustrated by the cresting of the argument they’d already been having for an hour. “We’ve had this argument a million times, you can’t stop me!”

“Can’t I?” All the boiling rage turned stone cold in a split second and a thud shook Elias’ world as their perception narrowed to focus completely on the towering Cybertronian. Optimus’s knees hit the floor and despite the change in height, he still loomed, faceplates shadowed, Elias’ only source of light the eerie glow of his optics. “It would be so easy to keep you here with me. To keep you safe.”

The realisation clicked and Elias was aware for the first time in months of how large Optimus was. His entire being was incomprehensibly vast, his chassis an expanse of metal and glass like staring across a field, only able to see a fraction of what was before them, his height capable of eclipsing buildings. The hands splayed on either side of them caged them in effortlessly and they knew that if Optimus wanted, he could crush them effortlessly.

Or, in the case of the overprotective giant, grab them and lock them in a cage, safe behind bars.

“Y-you wouldn’t!” They tried to maintain their confidence in their friend, the mech that had fought for the freedom of all sentient life. He wouldn’t lock them away. He couldn’t.

“If it keeps you safe, I would.” There was no hesitation as Optimus’ hands closed around them. The grasp that had always seemed so comforting was devoid of any familiarity. It was bordering crushing, the kind of grasp a particularly well loved glass figure would be put under if the owner felt it was at risk of shattering. “Maybe I will.”

Scared - A g/t angst short story

“I HATE YOU.” They screamed. They were so mad at you. And- In theory- they had every right to. What you had done had crushed them- had murdered their soul. And after hours and hours of arguing- they finally reached a breaking point.

You stood on the counter, trying to recover from that deafening yell. They were so much bigger than you. And you never noticed how big- until now. Every part of them seemed to be 10x larger- and 10x scarier.

“I’m sorry….” You cried- hoping and praying that they forgave you. The turned yo look at you. Their massive body shifting as wind blew through your hair. They looked down at you. No longer with those loving eyes you’d come to know- just despair. And disappointment.

“You’re sorry?” They say blankly. Now bending down to be at eye level with you. You notice that their whole facial expression had changed. They were angry. As hell. You didn’t know who they were anymore. As if they’d been possessed by a evil being.

You jumped back, noticing their face was now extremely close to you. Their breath making your clothes and hair wave in the wind. “Are you really sorry?” They asked. You then noticed a small, but malicious smirk appear across their face.

“Or are you just scared of me?”

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

I’ve only been in the Sanders Sides fandom for just under a year and here’s an expanded list of what I noted for each of the main 5 character as both giants and tinies.

Logan-

I generally see him as a giant which is pretty obvious when I write considering he’s my go-to for a giant. I imagine he’s pretty curious about a tiny and can be a little intense but is generally harmless. As a tiny, he’d be the most curious one, wanting to learn more about just about everything, but is still cautious of a giant although his need to know overrides a lot of his fear.

Virgil-

Again, another side it’s pretty obvious I see mostly as a tiny. He’d be skittish and avoidant at first but after he’s comfortable, he’d be more open to affection, though he definitely likes his own space. As a giant, I can see him being hesitant to touch a tiny, hyper-aware of how he’d feel in that situation where he was that small at a giant’s mercy and being terrified of hurting them accidentally.

Patton-

Patton is one I definitely could see as both a giant or a tiny. As a giant he’d be constantly checking in on a tiny, trying to show that he cares without suffocating suffocating their freedom. He’s always offering snacks/help in any way they need. As a tiny, he parents other borrowers and even humans once he’s familiar enough. Otherwise, he’s a cautious enough borrower with a raging sweet tooth.

Roman-

Roman is definitely a risk-taking tiny and not fond of restrictive rules. As a borrower, he would be constantly cutting it close to the times humans are around or even borrowing while humans are in the room. As a giant, he’s excitable and tries to tone down the urge to squeeze the tiny like a stress ball.

Remus-

Remus is another side I prefer to be tiny just because I don’t think I could write him in a satisfying way. As a tiny, Remus would be chaotic and unafraid of giants, actively trying to get their attention. As a giant, he’d be equally chaotic and would purposely try to mess with/scare w tiny although he wouldn’t actually hurt them, although it would take a while for them to realise.

What is YOUR gt thought of the day?

My super specific flavor of G/t today is being the body double for a noble/royal figure, in a fantasy setting. Whether by coercion or dedication you pose as that figure for all political and social events due to your uncanny resemblance, so that if any assassination attempts are made the actual royal will be safe and far away. It’s your job, it’s your duty, and you always prepared for the possibility of getting harmed in this line of work.

You did not prepare for being kidnapped by the giant political rival of a kingdom far off. It happens suddenly, one second you’re at a ball, the next the roof is being ripped off and you’re snatched up in a gloved hand. The giant takes you back to their palace, locks you in a little birdcage above their desk. They’re charming, if not smug, quite happy to goad you with their plans and the futility of your situation. Ransom, of course, but other political ulterior motives possible.

You have to deal with the overwhelming and incomprehensible presence of a giant. Fingers twice your height, grabbing you without hesitation. A looming presence always over your shoulder. And, on top of that, you have to come to terms with the fact no rescue is coming. You’re a body double, the noble’s safe, and they wouldn’t risk a rescue mission for you. No hope, no dream of escape. So you lie your ass off.

You’re good enough at your job to not break the role of royal, and you take the rest in stride. This giant is terrifying, taking every opportunity to make you feel even smaller, and like the superb actor you are you manage to hold your own. Eventually anxiety ridden nights and verbal spats graduate to decent conversation, and soon enough you’re sitting in their hand while you talk rather than the birdcage.

The two of you get closer, incomprehensibly. You don’t notice the terror of their size, but rather how their hair falls into their eyes as they laugh. More time is spent in their pocket than not, and the birdcage is a distant memory.

And deep down, despite sleeping on their pillow every night and despite forgetting to act half the time, you’re still terrified. Because word takes a long time to travel across giant nations, but it will arrive. Word that the noble is safe and sound, and the body double is disposable, and that will be it.

Whatever thread of connection you have between your giant captor and yourself might utterly snap once they find out all the lies. What was the point of ever even thinking of love? They kidnapped you, and you lied to them about your entire identity. It was never sustainable, long-term. You lay on their pillow and watch them sleep, and wait for the last few grains of sand to fall down the hourglass. It can’t last forever.

so yeah that’s what my g/t vibe is tonight