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Not a Cave

This is a fanfiction including and about one of @verefex 's characters. I really admire their art and their characters. Might write more, depending on whether people enjoy this. Huge shoutout to @verefex, y'all should really check out their art, it's epic, and also for inventing this character.

She ran. She ran faster than she ever had before. Every bush and bramble she passed seemed to hook onto her skirt and rip it, slowly her down. Her throat burned and her eyes prickled with tears whenever she heard a snarl or bark.   

What had she been thinking?! Going alone to save money had at first sounded fine, even smart. So what if she was new around these parts? She had a map and some directions given to her by the customer. There didn’t seem to be a need for an escort. She wasn’t even supposed to be in the woods, she had only gone in to save some time, under the assumption that during the day it would remain friendly to her.  

Her mistake was made crystal clear as she looked over her shoulder and saw the glint of several pairs of yellow eyes. She whipped her head back around and pounded forward. Her arms ached from the weight of the basket clutched in her arms. Why she hadn’t discarded it she had no idea. Did she really value completing the order over her life?   

She shrieked as one of the wolves bounded forward, launching itself towards her and just barely missing her ankles. It wouldn’t be much longer until they wore her down and she’d be done for. 

Opal whipped her head around, causing her to stumble over herself as she looked for a possible escape. All the trees around her were far too tall or devoid of low-hanging branches, there were no hollowed-out logs, and there didn’t seem to be anywhere she could go.  

Then, she spotted it. Her oasis in the desert. Up ahead was an expanse of dark rock and along it, a large, particularly round opening. 

With a renewed vigor, she sprinted towards it. As she neared, she was pleased to see not only was the opening plenty big enough but also was elevated a bit off the ground. Luckily enough, a couple oddly shaped formations surrounding it that she could climb up. 

She ran right up to it and jumped, dropping the basket of pastries as she did. Her fingers burned as they latched onto the dark rocks and pulled herself up. With a quick look behind her, spotting the approaching pack of wolves, she scurried up the remaining way and finally heaved herself into the cave.  

Rolling over onto her back, she gasped for air. Her arms and legs burned, not only from exhaustion but from the many scratches she had procured. She sat up and anxiously looked down at the ground below. The wolves had come to a stop, the whole lot of them glaring up at her as they paced along the rock face. A part of her had worried that they would try and climb up after her, but none of them did anything to suggest that they were planning to do so. They also didn’t look like they were planning to be leaving anytime soon.  

Groaning, she fell against the cave wall. Peering back down at the ground, she spotted her basket, lying atop one of the rocks. A couple of croissants and danishes had fallen out but other than that, everything seemed intact.   

Okay. She thought, I’ll just have to wait them out. They’re sure to get bored of me sooner or later. If they don’t try and go after the pastries, I just might still be able to get to Mrs. Pakerton’s place and hopefully, she’ll be gracious enough to let me spend the night.  

That plan seemed good enough. She nodded to herself, settling against the wall and staring off into the depths of the cave. She was no miner but the shape did strike her as a bit odd. The roundness of the opening seemed to continue down into the depths, the high ceilings ever so slightly moving in a downward slant. The walls all looked and felt incredibly smooth and slightly… warm? Strange.  

Opal began to wonder, was this some sort of carved-out mine entrance? If it was, it was quite a large one, with the ceiling reaching a good fifteen to twenty feet high. Also if it were a mine, it had to have been relatively fresh, due to the lack of any offshoot tunnels, or at least as far as she could see.   

Her curiosity continued to rise as she peered down the tunnel. Maybe there were more tunnels, Maybe there was some equipment left over that she could use, maybe there was another way out! It couldn’t hurt for her to go and see.   

She turned and pulled open her satchel. Digging around in it, she quickly found what she was looking for and pulled out her flint and steel along with a tiny torch she had made herself. With a few strikes, the tip caught fire. Storing everything back into her bag, she stood up, torch in hand.  It did little to illuminate the tunnel, but at least she would be able to stop herself from running into anything.   

With one last look over her shoulder at the wolves still patrolling outside, she began making her way deeper into the cave.   

The first few steps, nothing. There continued to be no other tunnels or anything for that matter. There was something eerie about it. Something unnatural. Opal was about to turn around when something glinted in the darkness. She whipped around and hurried forward, holding her light out towards the wall where she had seen the sparkle.  

Her eyes widened. Laced within the stone was one of the largest rubies she had ever seen. It had to be at least as large as her head, maybe bigger! She gaped at it, staring at her own reflection against the gem’s surface.    

She looked up and shined the torch down the tunnel once more. Her mouth dropped as she spotted several other glimmers in the darkness. She hurried over to each of them and was ecstatic to see that every one of them was another ruby, just as big and beautiful as the next one.   

She practically grinned from excitement. I… I can’t believe it! One of those would be enough to keep the bakery open for the next few seasons! Maybe more! If that were the case, there would be less stress to constantly be making deliveries, leaving her little brother home alone. She could probably hire someone else to make the deliveries, and then she would be free to simply bake and watch over Oliver.   

Another plan began to form in her mind. As soon as she was able to leave, she’d still make her way over to Mrs. Pakerton’s home. When she was there (hopefully not empty-handed), she would ask to borrow a pickaxe or something of the sort from her. If she refused, Opal could come up with some sort of deal to give her, maybe one or two free baskets of pastries in return? Yes, that would work. She’d hurry back here as soon as she could and mine up as many of these rubies as she could before heading back home. There was a man she knew who had a stall set up in the market where he sold all sorts of jewelry, he would most definitely pay her a good deal of gold to get his hands on just one of these.   

She looked back into the depths. How many more were there? With a cheerful pep in her step, she ventured deeper.   

The tunnel had continued to grow smaller, though never enough that it was claustrophobic. It also strangely didn’t seem to be sloping downwards, but upwards. So much so that Opal stumbled when it all of a sudden began to go back down. She uneasily ran down the slope only to come to a stop when she came face to face with a wall of stone. 

This was it? Did the tunnel really just end here? She peered around, looking for another opening. Just as before, it seemed it was just this tunnel. She narrowed her eyes at the wall in front of her. It was a different shade of gray than all the stone around it, it was lighter and looked less dense. She placed her hand upon it, running it along the wall’s surface.   

Suddenly, a loud and low rumble rang out, vibrating the entire cave. She froze, pulling her hand away and silently looking around her. What was that? The noise was so unfamiliar to her. She had never heard something that loud yet sound so nonchalant at the same time. Was there a storm brewing? No… that wouldn’t make the cave rattle, would it?    

Just as her heart began to settle, the ground beneath her began to move. She shrieked as it slid out beneath her and was sent rolling along the walls which seemed to be… spinning? The walls and the cave around her felt like they were rotating.  

As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Opal slid down the stone walls and into a disheveled heap. Swatting the sandy brown locks of hair out of her face, she stared tentatively at the space she was in. Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited for something else to happen. However, She could never have been prepared for what happened next.  

“I know someone’s in there.”  

Opal’s blood ran cold as a deep masculine voice thundered in her ears. She whipped her head around, expecting to see someone right behind her, but the tunnel was empty.  

“Who are you?”  

She couldn’t pinpoint where that thunderous voice was coming from. It sounded as if from every which way, all around her. It was so loud that the cave floor beneath her rumbled along with it. How could something- someone by the sounds of it be so loud?   

“W-w-who… wh-who a-are you?” she stuttered out.  

“I asked first, you answer me first. Who are you?”    

“N-nobody, j-just someone p-p-p-passing through th-these parts. W-where are you? S-s-show yourself!”   

A chill ran down her spine as a deep chuckle vibrated within her ears, “Trying to be brave I see… or perhaps you’re just stupid. Has to be one of the two, or you wouldn’t be in there.”  

Opal narrowed her eyes, “H-how do you know w-where I am?!”  

“I can hear you, stupid.”   

Her fear was now fighting with a growing anger at this mysterious voice, “W-well… C-come down and t-talk to me face to face!”   

The voice chuckled again, “You want to speak face to face, huh?”   

Before she could answer, the entire cave began to move once more. This time, however, the ground was slowly going vertical. Opal scrambled to find something, anything to hang onto, but she was already starting to slide down. She clawed at one of the nearby walls and managed to hook her fingers onto one of the rubies, bringing her to a sudden stop.   

Her heart hammered as she looked down at her dangling feet, spotting that the entrance to the cave was now below her. She struggled to hold on, her arms starting to ache and her fingers starting to slip. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to hang on. 

“Come on now. You’re only making it harder for yourself,”  

The entire cave gave a great shudder as if something from outside had collided with it. Her fingers gave way, leaving her sliding back down the cave floor. She screamed, approaching the cave’s mouth and towards what looked like even more rock.   

The wind was violently knocked out of her, finally hitting solid ground. Opal clutched at her chest, gasping for breath. Her body ached from the harsh impact against the rock, causing her to groan as she heaved herself up. 

She shook her head, holding a hand to her forehead as she looked around. As she had thought, she had fallen onto some more rock, and by the looks of it, the same kind of rock as the cave. But where did this rock come from? And why did it look so… unnatural.   

As her eyes scrutinized this new landscape, they fell upon something familiar, her basket. Somewhat relieved to see it still intact, she hurried over and scooped it up along with any pastries that had fallen out.   

Suddenly, the ground beneath her began to lurch forward, sending Opal and her basket down. She clutched the basket tightly as the ground continued to move. What the-  The ground came to a stop and she looked up.  

She froze. Every blood vessel within her froze. She was looking at a face. A face so large it blocked out the sun and consumed her entire field of vision. A face with deep red eyes, and irises bigger than she was. Hair with strands thick as rope, the color of magma, and bulky and flowy like lava. Bits of large ruby were peppered around this thing’s cheeks and chin as if it were stubble or a beard.       

For one blissful moment, she could have told herself that what stood before her was just a statue, that nothing that big could ever actually be alive. But then that face grinned down at her, revealing enormous, pearly white teeth. Now there was no doubt about it, this thing, this walking mountain, was alive.   

“What’s with the face? Isn’t this what you wanted? To talk face to face.”   

Opal’s hands flew up and clamped over her ears. This creature’s voice was like a crash of thunder. Her entire body begged her to run, to get away from this thing, but she couldn’t. She was frozen there with her heart beating against her ribcage.   

“So, are you gonna tell me what you were doing in my ear, little one?”    

Her eyes were in danger of tumbling out her skull. The cave, the unnatural shape, the strange movements, the rubies… it had never been a cave at all. Before, she hadn’t run into a cave, but this thing’s ear. And now… now she was sitting in this thing's hand.  

She gulped down the bile building up in her throat. Was it mad? What did it want from her? What would it do to her?   

“I-I..I-I-I…” she closed her eyes, “I-I’m s-s-sorry.”    

The being raised a brow, “Did you say something? Now that you’re not up in there, I can’t hear you if you mumble.”   

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” she screamed, closing her eyes and clutching her basket.  

The being didn’t respond. Slowly, she cracked open her eyes. She shrieked and backpedaled away. The being had leaned down and seemed to be trying to get a better look at her, its eyes becoming the only thing she could see.   

“What’s that you got there?”    

Opal’s eyes flicked down to the basket in her arms. Her mouth had gone entirely dry, but she was terrified what this thing would do if she didn’t give some sort of response so she pulled back the checkered- cloth and held up one of the cheese danishes with a trembling hand.  

The being’s eyes widened before it let out a thunderous laugh, “Haha! Must be my lucky day,” the being leaned away while bringing its hand, and by extension Opal closer, “I don’t suppose you would be willing to part with those?”  

She looked down at the basket. What could a being so large possibly want with a couple dozen pastries? You know what? What did it matter, if that was what would increase her chances of surviving this then to hell with the delivery. 

Her hands felt like lead as she held the basket up and towards the being, clearly in offering… or surrender. The being smiled but didn’t move to take it. Instead, one of his turret-sized fingers beckoned her forward.   

She stood up, her legs like jelly, and cautiously made her way towards the fingers. Now that she knew she wasn’t on just any old rock, she noticed the intricate grooves below her. In an effort to keep her head, she kept her eyes focused on these lines and not the being they belonged to.   

As she stepped onto its middle finger, her stomach dropped as it leaned forward and its jaws parted, revealing an orange-tinted mouth that emitted steam. She gasped and closed her eyes, trembling from head to foot. When nothing happened, she peeked one eye open. The cavernous mouth stood wide open before her, but the creature didn’t budge. It simply held its hand up to its mouth, as if expecting… 

Opal paled, realizing what it wanted her to do. She gulped, staring up and down the finger before ever so slowly taking a step closer, and then another, and then another. With every step she took, she braced herself to be ready to run in the opposite direction, shimming along sideways with the basket clutched to her chest.   

The creature's humid breath blew in her face, blowing her hair and skirt back. She glanced behind her, only to have a moment where she wasn’t staring into this thing’s gullet which she was just nearly inside of.    

She came up to its fingernail, about three times as long as she was tall. The being’s mouth surrounded her, the pulsating walls and tongue starting to stir with impatience. Screwing up her face into a determined visage, Opal pulled out one of the pastries and chucked it into the giant maw. It landed on the being’s tongue who hummed happily in response, somehow able to taste what was comparatively a single crumb.   

She threw in another one, and another, and another. She kept going until she held in her hand one last croissant. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and threw it as hard as he could, spun around, and sprinted as fast as she could away from the being’s open mouth.  

Collapsing in the being's palm, she heard the being snap its jaws shut and swallow. It hummed happily. 

“Mmm, been a while since I’ve had human cooking. Never fails to delight me.”  

Opal let out a low whimper as the being moved its hand away. She turned to see it smirking down at her.   

“Now, I think you’ve at least earned an introduction.” The being’s other hand appeared and Opal shrieked as it speedily approached, raising her arms in front of her and bracing herself, “D’aw, aren’t you a skittish little thing.” 

She lowered her arms and looked up. A massive finger hovered a foot away from her. 

“Raoul, but just Ra works too,” She… she wasn’t sure how to respond to that, not until this thing- Ra, gave his finger a slight wiggle. Tentatively, she reached out and placed her hand onto it, though she kept the rest of her as far away as possible, “What do you call yourself?”  

“O-Opal”  

Ra chuckled, the magnitude of it making her bones vibrate, “Gonna have to speak up.”  

“Opal!” she shouted.     

“Opal, Opal…” he smirked to himself, “Well Opal. I’ve decided to let you go.” Her eyes widened, “Under one condition. You come back tomorrow with more of those pastries." She went white as a sheet. Come back? Willingly? “Do we have a deal?”   

She frantically nodded.  

Ra grinned. Opal’s stomach plummeted as the hand beneath her began to lower. She watched in awe and terror as the massive being began to crouch down. The wind rushed past her as she soared downwards and was thrown off her feet when his hand began to move forward and onto the ground.    

His hand landed on the ground with a loud crash as several trees were crushed beneath it. “Go on then.” Opal didn’t need to be told twice, she hurried over to the tip of his pinky and slid down to the ground, her ankles and knees buckling beneath her from the fall, “I’ll be at Deadman’s lake, don’t keep me waiting.”   

She nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. The ground trembled violently, and loud crashes rang through the air as Ra took his leave, leveling a good deal of the forest in his wake. 

We take Halloween very seriously in this house.

Mice Among Beasts Pt 3

The next hour or two, it was difficult to tell how much time had passed, Willow had spent searching and thinking up any possible escapes. She was spending a great deal of time inspecting the back wall for a crack, a hole, anything.  Her frustrations were very quickly rising as she kept scrutinizing the entire cell. Her hands were filthy with a grime and her fingernails hurt them clawing at the stone.    

All the while, Belle remained by the bear, who in turn didn’t seem intent on leaving her side. Willow had asked several times for her to come and help, but her pleas were ignored as her sister scratched the bear behind its ears or was mindlessly talking to it.    

“Can we keep him?”  

Willow peered over her shoulder, raising a brow, “What?”  

Belle patted her hand on the bear’s snout, “Can we keep him? Please?”  

Seriously? That’s what she’s thinking about? She shook her head, “No.”  

“Why not?”   

She groaned, “Now is not the time to be discussing this.”  

“But I already named him.” 

Willow turned around, “You named it?”  

“Yes!” she exclaimed while gesturing up at the bear, “Teddy.”   

“Teddy?”  

“Yes. His name is Teddy.”  

Willow sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Great, now she was attached to it, “Look, now is really not the right time to be worrying about this, and how do you even know it's a he?”   

Her sister shrugged, “I don’t know, I just have a hunch.”   

She turned back to the wall and began scraping at some loose-looking rock, “We don’t have time for this, we need to- ack!” she wrenched her hand away from the wall, one of her fingers erupting with burning pain. Clenching her fist, she peeked down at it and grimaced. The nail of her middle finger had nearly been completely snapped off, blood beginning to pool at the cuticle. 

“Fuck.” she breathed, hunched over and cradling her hand.   

Belle hurried over, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” she said through gritted teeth. Her sister caught sight of her finger, her eyes widening. Willow hid her hand while turning back to the wall.  

“I think you should take a break.”   

“I said I’m fine.”  

Belle ignored her, grabbing onto her arm and attempting to drag her away. She looked up at her with a pleading look in her eyes, “Please?”  

Willow looked back over at the wall, before sighing and allowing her sister to lead her over towards the bear. She only spared it a single wearily glance before she concluded that it- or he as or sister seemed to think, was continuing not to be a threat.   

As they approached, the bear- Teddy, sniffed the air before his head snapped down and his eyes focused upon Willow. She froze, staring back up at the beast. With a low grumble, he lowered himself down and began to creep closer, nose continuing to smell the air. 

Willow remained glued to the spot as that great shaggy head filled her vision. His nose was mere inches away as his nostrils flared. A troubling realization came to her. The blood, he could smell her blood. She tensed, taking a step back as Teddy continued to move closer.   

Was this it? Would the scent of her blood finally make this bear snap out of this docile behavior? Would it act like a typical beast and rip them to shreds?  

She let out a muted yelp as the bear pressed its nose against her, sniffing deeply. It let out another grumble, though strangely enough, it didn’t sound hostile. It sounded… concerned.  

The large nose made its way to her side and forced her hand up onto it. She grimaced at her bloodied finger as it continued to sting.    

This time, the bear- Teddy, didn’t grumble, but whimpered. Willow looked up into his eyes with a questioning look. Once again, she was surprised to see what could only be described as concern, concern in this animal’s eyes.    

“I’m… I’m fine,” she murmured, she didn’t know why. Why was she trying to console a literal wild animal?  

Teddy let out another whimper as he removed his nose from under her hand and raised his head so she was face-to-face with his jaws. Willow’s stomach churned as a great pink tongue slid out and towards her. She remained absolutely still, a shiver running down her spine as the tongue found her hand and began to lick it.   

“Aww” cooed Belle.   

Willow gulped, watching in apprehension as Teddy continued to slowly lick her wound. She would be lying if she didn’t admit that it didn't feel a little nice and quelled the stinging.   

His tongue retreated, giving her hand one last sniff before he slowly backed away. He stared down at her like a nervous puppy, waiting for her reaction.  

“I uh… thanks” she muttered.   

Teddy’s eyes lit up as he lay down, grumbling happily. Belle grinned up at her sister before running over to his face and hugging it. A small smile played upon Willow’s face as she shook her head.  

Suddenly, Teddy froze, head perking up. His ears flicked as he stood up, eyes peering beyond the cell bars.   

Willow listened and stiffened when she heard voices. She flinched as the door to the dungeon burst open and the approaching voices got louder.  

Belle ran over to her sister, wrapping her arms around her waist and hiding behind her, “What’s that? Whose coming?”   

Before she could respond, the ground began to shake as Teddy hurried to close the small distance between them. He stopped, standing right in front of them before collapsing to the ground, sending a small cloud of dust their way.   

Willow clutched at her pounding heart, staring up at the mound of fur that was now blocking their view… or… blocking anyone else's view.  

“Hurry up! I found some sharp ones we can use!” cried a young yet gravelly voice. Goblins no doubt. Goblin younglings to be more specific.  

Belle began to whimper. She hurried over and clung to Teddy’s fur for comfort.  

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”  

The ground trembled from the approaching footsteps and Willow stepped closer to the wall of fur, not to cling to it like Belle, but in an attempt to get closer and listen.  

“Look! The big fatso’s asleep!”   

One of the two let out a sinister snigger, “Well let’s wake him up then!”  

She heard the clatter of what sounded like rocks falling to the floor and the scraping sound of one being picked up. One of the goblins let out a small grunt right before Teddy let out a pained whimper as one struck him.    

“Aim for its head!” They laughed. Teddy whimpered again as another rock was chucked at him. 

Willow grimaced as the bear let out more pained moans as the kids continued to toy with him. She looked to her sister, she was feverishly petting as much of Teddy as she could in an attempt to comfort him. She looked about ready to cry.   

She glared down at the ground, mad at the fact there was nothing she could do. Or… was there?  

An idea wriggled its way into her mind. She looked down at her right hip where a small pouch was strapped on. A distant memory surfaced in her mind when she was much younger and had a taste for mischief. She pulled open the pouch and picked out one small seed. Looking it over, she nodded before placing it onto the ground with her hands hovered over it.  

Within a few seconds, the seed began to split open and grow. Willow willed it to continue, forcing it to not sprout any leaves or offshoots but just to keep growing longer. She stopped once it was over two feet long, now a thick, long, green vine.   

The goblins continued to laugh at Teddy’s moans of pain. She sneered their way before turning back to the vine she had grown.  

Raising her hand, the vine began to move. She waved her hand side to side, making the vine in turn slither across the ground. When it had made its way out from behind Teddy, she let out a low, drawn-out hiss.  

“What’s that?”  

Willow continued to hiss, making the vine slither faster forward. 

“Snake!” one screamed, letting the rock in his hand clatter to the floor. 

The room filled with the sound of the two goblins screaming as they scrambled to get away. Willow just continued to hiss and make the vine advance. The feeling of the floor beneath her quaking was almost satisfying as the two goblins ran for it, still screeching.   

Omg! This is so cute! Tysm! Pretty spot on Cecilia too.

Hey, fellow gt fans, i wanna sketch ur blorbos. Trying to get more practice and maybe a consistent art style someday...anyways if ur interested send me a message or ask with a description of ur characters and what u have in mind. Open to complex backgrounds and interesting poses. Will be a traditional sketch bc my tablet is at my parents and im Not. If ur cool with me posting it on deviantart thatd be great. And maybe making a color version someday whenever i reacquire my tablet. No nsfw. Will do the first couple i get depending on complexity

Working on writing right now… until then, enjoy this video of my cat on his wheel.

i wonder how the girls will react to finding out halsin isn’t just a bear? will they be more scared or relieved ?

Well…. nymphs don’t really like the big folk, especially Willow, so probably more scared

Also if you didn’t know him, Halsin himself can be quite intimidating

Resist…. Must resist urge…. Too many WIP…. “Muffled screaming”

The inspiration brain cells have started revving again!

I feel like I see a lot of stories where humans are integrated into giant schools, but imagine the reverse. As part of an integration program, a giant gets enrolled into a human school.

Just imagine it! He has to awkwardly sit outside the school building for most of his classes, listening in through the windows. From the inside, the human students just see a single eye peering through the glass.

He can't enjoy lunch in peace because his fellow classmates are terrified to see him eat. He's ridiculously smart but gets called "brute" all the time because of the stereotypes associated with giants. There are constantly helicopters and news reporters taking photos of him.

And maybe he can't even go home. Maybe it's a boarding school so he has to stay on campus in specially built accommodations. Of course he doesn't have a roommate or anyone to keep him company so the experience is super lonely.

Plus throughout all of this, he has to navigate the social expectations of being an adolescent. God forbid he gets moody at all, or else he'll be deemed a monster. How is he supposed to make friends when everyone runs away from him in fear?

The angst!! The potential for fluff and hurt/comfort!! I can't wait to write this

Fun gt thought, what are some good couple costumes for Halloween? (May or may not write a Halloween special for MBM)

i am SO IN LOVE with ur fics omg

Thank you so much! I’m really glad people are enjoying my stories! You da best!

Hey! Sorry about not posting be try often at the moment. Classes have started back up and the AP courses are a real pain, but still trying to write in my free time 😁

Favorite animal: cats, meerkats, owls

Favorite color: light blue, purple, powdered pink

Favorite ice cream: cookies and cream (basic I know)

I don’t have many friends lol

@ipilokko @smallcherri @sm0lprism

A person's favorite color, favorite animal, and favorite flavor of ice cream can say a lot about them when considering the answers as a whole. Some prime examples I've heard are:

~ Silver, Artic Wolf, and Mint Chocolate Chip.

~ Pink/Yellow, Putu Bird, and Cotton Candy.

~ Light Brown, Tree Kangaroo, and Rum Raisin.

~ Green, Pig, and Cookie Dough.

Mine are:

~ Burgundy, Fox, and Moose Tracks.

Tag some friends and get a sense of who they are! :)

@notable-bumblr @persistentchaos @enterfandomreference @valerietompson @paper-crowns-and-tiaras @ironxprince @acecuddle @angst-dealer @hey-you-i-just

Tried drawing Willow from Mice Among Beasts. Art definitely isn’t my strong suit but still felt like drawing her. (Might draw her sister soon as well)

JUST READ PART 2 AND YOU DID NOT DISSAPOINT 🔥🔥🔥

CAN T WAIT FOR PART 3 🤧

Thank you so much! And don’t worry, part 3 is coming

I absolutely LOVE mice among beasts, especially the update where Halsin just yoinks them back into the cage via carrying them by the backs of their shirts in his mouth *chefs kiss*

bloody awesome- even moreso since they don't realize he's a druid yet and still think he's just a weird bear. XD

no pressure, but can't wait for more~ this is just as good as the handful of G/t Astarion ficlets I've found, ngl :D

Thank you so much! I’m really glad people like it and I’m quite excited to write few more (especially since I do have some romance planned 🤭)

A Growing Problem Pt 2

This is a shorter part than I planned to post, but I really wanted to give y'all an update and let you know I'm still working on this. Hopefully 3rd part will come soon.

Lily stepped through the door frame, looking around curiously for him. Clearly, she had been expecting him to be right at the front door to meet her. It didn’t take long however for her eyes to land on Jeremy, the elephant-sized elephant in the room.  

She let out a yelp at the sight of him, her hands immediately dropping the paper bag she had been carrying to fly up and cover her mouth in horror. Her eyes looked ready to pop out of her skull as she looked him over. He looked grimly back at her, panic rising when she backed away a step. 

“Don’t go.” he pleaded, “Please, don’t go.”  

At the sound of his voice, a sort of realization filled Lily’s eyes, “J-Jeremy?”  she looked him over again, still gaping, “Wha- how-”  

“I don’t know.”  

“You're…. You're…” she stepped closer, “You’re huge!”  

“You think I haven’t noticed?!” he bellowed, gesturing down at himself. 

Lily recoiled slightly, “B-but how?” 

“I don’t know! It-it just happened!”  

She held up her hands, “Okay! Could you please try and calm down?” 

“Calm down? Calm down?!” he got off his hands and knees and sat up, “Look at me!”  

Lily’s mouth dropped, backing away. Her raised hands were shaking. 

Jeremy faltered, guilt tugging at his heart at seeing her reaction. He slouched over, “I’m…. I’m sorry.” he looked pleading down at her. God, she looked so diminutive, “I….. I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what’s happening.” 

She lowered her hands, tilting her head, “did you think I would?” 

He waved a hand in exasperation, “I don’t know. Maybe. I just had no idea what to do. Have you ever seen or heard of anything like this?” 

“N-no” she breathed, “I’ve never…..” she stepped closer, scrutinizing him, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”  

As she got closer, Jeremy felt his face heating up. Lily wasn’t tall herself, far from it. It was something people often teased her about. The last time he asked about her height she had told him 4’11, but even that seemed a little generous. Still, it shocked him to see that even sitting he was taller than her. What the hell was this?  

His stomach growled loudly and his whole face went scarlet as Lily jumped back. He clamped a hand over it, looking back at her sheepishly. Why wouldn’t it shut up?!

“I….. I think we should maybe get some food in you.” She looked around the room, her eyes landing on the paper bag on the floor. She snatched it up and dug out a maple bar which she held up to him. He slowly raised his hand and took it, put off by the fact it was the size of a granola bar to him.  

Lily backed away as he ate the whole thing in one bite, “Okay.” she breathed, “Okay, we- we need to get you to a hospital or something.” she began to pace, “The closest one is what? A forty-five-minute drive? Because I really don’t think the clinic is what we need for uh… for this. I saw your Grandma’s truck outside. We could probably fit you in the boot? Yeah, that would work. And then-” 

Jeremy began to tune out her rambling. He licked his fingers clean of any glaze left from the maple bar while he eyed the fridge. 

“But what are they even going to do? Maybe take a look at your pituitary gland? But that would require an MRI and that would-” 

“Hey, Lily?” She paused and looked up at him, “I’m sorry but uh…. Can you grab me something out of the fridge or pantry?”   

She looked to her left and into the kitchen, her eyes landing on the torn-off cabinet door. 

“Did….. did you do that?” 

His cheeks went pink as he nodded. 

“Oh uh…. Sure thing.” 

“Thanks” he murmured as she headed over to the fridge. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. Surely they’d get this all figured out. Hell, there was still even the chance this was all a bad- 

“Ack!” Jeremy flinched. A small bolt of burning pain had shot its way up his spine before it vanished. His hands flew back behind to rub the length of it.

Lily had rounded on him the moment he had shouted, clutching tightly to the carton of milk she had found, “Are you okay?”  

“Yeah. yeah, I think so,” he slapped a hand to his forehead, sighing and shaking his head, “I just thought- AUGHH!” 

That same burning pain erupted within his chest. Jeremy screamed, falling to the floor and clutching his chest as the pain spread. His eyes watered as it made its way to his arms and legs which twisted and convulsed, his hands and heels slamming into the floor as they writhed in agony. He couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. All he could think about was this abhorred sensation, this familiar sensation of every fiber of his being ripped apart while his ears were filled with the sickening sound of cracking and his own screams.  

It stopped. Just like before, all the pain disappeared within an instant.   

Jeremy’s chest rapidly rose and fell as he gasped for air, his heart was still beating like he had run a marathon. Beads of sweat trickled down his face. He removed his clammy hand from his chest to wipe his face, rolling over onto his back as he did. The floorboards creaked loudly beneath him. Staring up at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but feel like it looked different, closer.   

Lily, Lily was still here.  

“Lily?” he groaned. He pushed himself to sit up, “Lily? Wha- ack!” The top of his head smacked into something before he fully sat up. Oh no.   

He laid back down and stared up in horror at the ceiling that was definitely much closer. It felt like acid was creeping up his throat as it slowly began to dawn on him. When he had first felt that pain, what had happened? He had shot up a good five feet. Which could only mean…  

Jeremy slowly heaved himself up onto his elbows, shaking as his eyes landed on his own body. His heart plummeted into his stomach as his mouth fell open. What had been his shirt and shorts were now nothing but a few ripped-up scraps that clung loosely to his body. The only thing in tack on him now was somehow his boxers, but even those felt and looked pretty snug. His legs stretched across the room and were mere inches away from the front door. The umbrella stand that stood nearby was barely taller than the barefoot up next to it.    

“No, no no no no no,” he began to backpedal away from the door, his limbs trembling and fumbling around, “T-this isn’t- this isn’t-” he let out a panicked yelp when his hand accidentally came down upon one of the chairs around the dinner table. It instantly snapped and when he wrenched his hand up it was nothing but a broken mess of wood, “This isn’t- not again!”  

He whipped his head around the cramped space, finding it harder and harder to breathe the more he saw. This was insane! This wasn’t happening!   

Jeremy suddenly froze, his eyes landing upon a small figure crumpled on the floor, pressed up against the kitchen cupboards. Lily.   

The look on her face made his stomach churn. All the color had drained from her face, so pale she could have been mistaken for a corpse if she weren’t trembling and her eyes weren’t so alert.   

He looked himself over again, grimacing at the sight before hugging his legs up to himself and burying his head between his knees. “W-what’s happening to me?” his eyes began to water. He inhaled sharply, a tear streaking down his cheek that was quickly followed by another and then another.  

Within seconds, his face became a snot and tear-covered mess as he began to sob. He couldn’t stop himself, and it felt like the only thing he really could do.   

“I-I-I-I’m some sort of freak!” he wailed, voice cracking. He began grabbing at chunks of his hair, nails digging into his scalp deeper and deeper as he bailed his eyes out.  

“Jeremy?”  

He peeked between his legs through blurry eyes. Lily was now standing a few feet away, her hands raised as she inched closer. His eyes widened and he scooted away, shaking his head. 

She continued to come closer, “It’s okay. J-just calm down.” He gulped down another wave of sobs as she approached him, growing more and more unnerved at the sight of her standing before him, barely able to peek over his knees and see his face.  

Her hands came up and he suppressed the shiver that ran through him as they made contact with his face. He struggled to remain frozen while gazing into her soft eyes.  

“Breathe, okay? Just breathe” He did as he was told, averting his gaze and focusing in on his breathing. Gradually, his heart began to slow. It never stopped murmuring, but it at least didn’t feel like it was going to burst out of him, “Jeremy?” He forced himself to look Lily in the eye, his chest tightening at the sight of her so close, “It's… it’s gonna be okay, okay?” He heaved a sigh, she didn’t say that with much confidence. 

“W-what am I supposed to do?”  

Hii, just discovered your account and this is awesomeee !! I really liked you story, smtg like "growing problem" I think.

Was wondering if you re planning to write a part 2, if so, I can't waittt for it to come out ٩ ˊᗜˋ

If not....that would be a waste 😔💔

Anyway, no pressure, keep up the good work !

Thank you so much! And yes, I am planning on writing a part two eventually, hopefully sooner now that I know people like it.

Mice Among Beasts Pt 2

Willow released a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and looked nervously up at the wall of fur. She froze, the bear was peering over its shoulder, down at them.  

Belle began to whimper once more, grabbing fistfuls of her sister’s shirt as she clung to her. The bear tilted its head ever so slightly before it turned to face them.  

Still trembling herself, Willow stepped in front of her sister. Her eyes stared daggers into those beady black ones and her face was fixed into something she hoped looked threatening. What is your plan here, she thought, scrutinizing the beast.   

It took a single, almost tentative step forward. Her eyes widened and she threw her arms out, “Back!”  

Surprisingly, the bear seemed to… recoil slightly. It continued to stare them down, but strangely enough, that predatory glint that Willow had grown so used to was absent in its eyes. Rather, it looked almost curious.   

She pushed that thought aside. What did it matter what it looked like, it was an animal, and animals only cared about one thing and that was keeping their stomachs full. They had to get out of here and fast. If it hadn’t eaten them before, it was only a matter of time before it would.   

But what was there to do? It currently had the two of them cornered. She didn’t have anything except the clothes on her body. It seemed there was no escape.  

The arms around Willow’s waist gripped her tighter as the bear continued to advance. Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest as it got mere inches away, its musty breath blowing her hair back as it sniffed them. She held her ground though, not daring to move a muscle as it looked them over.   

A low rumble escaped it as it suddenly began to lower itself down, settling onto its stomach with its massive paws draped across the ground. Belle went quiet and peeked out from behind her sister. The bear tilted its head again, still looking as calm and curious as ever.   

Her sister darted back behind her at the beast’s movement. The bear let out another low rumble before it flopped its head down between its paws, resting it on the floor as it stared straight ahead at the two of them.  

Willow narrowed her eyes, trying but failing to move further away. She felt movement at her side and was horrified to see her sister ducking under her arm and stepping forward.  

“What are you doing?” she hissed, snatching up her sister’s wrist when she tried to take another step toward the bear.   

Belle wrenched her hand away, “Maybe it's friendly?”   

“Friendly? It’s a bear, Belle! Bears aren’t friendly, especially not to potential food!”   

“Then how come we haven’t been eaten yet?”   

She opened her mouth to argue but nothing came out. Her sister offered her what she must have thought was a reassuring look before turning around and slowly continuing forward. The bear watched her, going crosseyed to keep her in view. Willow’s heart pounded in her ears, getting ready to run up and pull her away. She stayed still though, just like the bear.  

Belle stopped with an inch between her and the bear's snout. She peered up into its eyes and tilted her head. The bear mirrored her, ever so slightly cocking its head to one side. Her sister turned and shot Willow a pleased smile before turning back around and slowly raising her hand toward the bear’s nose. 

“No wa-!”  

She froze mid-step as Belle’s hand made contact with the bear who bristled slightly at the touch, staring down at the small blue-skinned child. Its eyes slowly began to close as it, to Willow's surprise, seemed to relax into the touch, a low and mellow rumble emanating from the beast.  

Her sister was petting a bear, and the bear was letting her, maybe even possibly liking it?!  

Wha… how… what was-  

A weak, apprehensive laugh filled her ears. Her sister began moving her hand along the length of the bear’s snout, her laughter slowly growing as it continued to peacefully lay there, watching her with… could bears be amused?    

“Hello there” Laughed Belle, “You're not so bad, are you?” she let out a playful shriek as the bear gave her the smallest of shoves with its nose, “Willow! Come say hi! He’s friendly!”   

Willow stared and then shook her head to make sure she was seeing clearly, “I… I’m not sure-” 

Her sister ran over to her, grabbing her hand and beginning to lead her forward. She gulped, letting Belle lead her along while she kept a close eye on the bear.  

It watched them curiously, even daring to inch closer. She tried to back away, but Belle kept a tight grip on her wrist, only letting go when they were close enough that the bear’s breath blew all around them.   

“Go on.” Willow looked from the bear to her beaming sister. She sighed and reached her hand out. The bear leaned forward and into her touch, the cold and wet feeling of its nose sending a soft shiver up her spine. Her eyes widened as the bear’s eyes closed.   

She let her hand rub the length of the snout, in awe at the fact that she was petting something that would have usually made a quick snack out of her.   

Belle placed her own hand up on the bear’s nose, “See?”   

“Yes,” she murmured, “yes I see.”  

Well, at least it didn’t seem they’d have to worry about getting eaten. That’s one problem off their plates, plates that were starting to pile high with problems.    

She withdrew her hand and turned away to peer around the cell. Side-stepping until the mound of fur wasn’t blocking her view, she looked through the bars, scanning the room for any goblins. There didn’t seem to be any. No guards or anything.   

The bits and pieces of a plan began to form in her brain. She hadn’t been able to make out much of this place from their rough journey in, but what she did take away was that it was big. Big places meant lots of nooks and crannies, lots of rooms, lots of places to hide and slink about. If they remained quiet and stuck to the shadows, they had a chance of finding their way out of here.   

“Okay,” she breathed, turning and marching over to Belle who was still petting the docile bear.   

“Wha- hey!” she yelled as Willow grabbed her arm and began dragging her along behind her, “What are you doing?”   

“We are getting out of here.”   

She pointed back over to the bear, “But… but he’s friendly.”  

“Maybe, but those goblins aren’t, and I don’t want to be around when they come back.”   

As they approved the cell bars, the ground beneath them shook and Willow caught a glimpse of brown fur. She spun around and gasped as the bear bounded forward, leaping over top of them and landing with an earth-quaking thud between them and their way out.   

She flinched as the bear released a bellowing roar and stamped its paws. She waited for it to move in for the attack but it didn’t. It simply stood there between them and the cell bars. Raising a brow, Willow turned and began to make her way around it only for it to sidestep its way right back in front of them.    

“What’s it doing?”  

Belle tugged at her sleeve, “Willow, I don’t think he wants us to leave.”   

She raised her brow, looking from her sister to the bear, “Yeah… well I don’t care what it wants”  She turned and began to march away only for the bear to once again move to block their path.  

After about the fourth time, Willow was starting to grow frustrated, “Gah! Move it furball!” The bear growled in response, sitting down and gazing down at them with a very resolute look in its eyes. “Ugh, look, thank you for not eating us, now would you please move so we can leave?” the bear didn’t budge. She sighed, slapping a hand to her forehead, “Can’t believe I’m arguing with a bear. Okay Belle, get ready to run. On my mark… three… two… now!”  

She rushed forward, running full speed towards a gap between the bars with her sister in tow. When they were within arms reach, however, something snagged the back of her shirt and suddenly, Willow’s feet had left the ground.  

“What the-” she began to yell, twisting around only for the color to leave her face at the sight. A set of sharp teeth were clamped down upon her and her sister’s shirts. The bear had them dangling from its mouth.   

Willow’s heart began to race. Was this it? Was it going to eat them now? Throw back its head and let them fall into its awaiting-  

Her whole body swayed as the bear turned and lumbered its way toward the back wall, carrying them along with it. It stopped and her stomach dropped as it slowly began to lower its head down to the ground. When their feet had touched down, it released the back of their shirts. 

She turned and looked up at the beast, shock etched across her face at the fact that they were both still intact and uneaten. It began to lower itself down and she frantically struggled to keep her balance as it plopped itself down, creating a great barrier of fur around them. It laid its head down by them and looked Willow with a pleading look in its eyes.  

Why didn’t it want them to leave? If she was none the wiser, she would say it looked worried. She had never spent enough time around animals such as this but she was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to act like this, but then why was this bear…  

She sighed, running a hand down her face. Maybe she should stop questioning things and just be grateful they’re still alive, no thanks to her. Maybe they shouldn’t once again act on one of her quickly thrown-together plans, that’s what had got them in this situation in the first place. 

Groaning, she slid down the wall and onto the floor, hanging her head. Belle sat down next to her, resting her head upon her shoulder. Her heart ache at the sight of her, filthy and malnourished. Most likely she didn’t look much better, but that didn’t matter. 

If anyone has any questions about Willow and Belle or this fic in general, please let me know. I plan on making art of them so hopefully, that will be up soon.

if you don’t make a new chapter for the halsin fic i will literally explode

Oh don’t worry, it’s in the works

Whenever I leave, I come back to this little guy in my spot. Every. Single. Time.