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Visions Through Orpiment Eyes

Chapter 4: Treacherous oh! and terrifying! Thursday

Jasper

What?

…What?

I was left, trying to process what just happened. This person(?) just offhandedly mentioned that I killed her father.

Tears running down her marble sized face.

How? Was what I was wondering,

When?

I knew I had been out of it as I was traversing the forest, but, you’d think a person would recognize if they had stepped on someone,

Right?

“What…. What do you mean?” I asked, in as soft as a tone I could muster. The miniature stared daggers into me,

“You crushed him, look at your sole.” She still had tears flowing down her face but her voice- she managed to keep her voice from quavering. Even as her body trembled, she kept her ground. I was somewhat in awe as I was processing the statement.

I leaned away from her and stared at the soles of my boots.

Oh.

Oh god.

I held a hand to my face as I felt hot tears quickly rolling.

Don’t cry, not now.

How did I not know?

How.

Did I not notice?

And WHY is she trusting me through this?

I was looking away, hands on my face, attempting to reduce the sound of my hiccups.

Not again.

Not again.

I can’t deal with this.

The girl stared up at me, and I watched as her facade crumbled. Her expression fell apart,

Fat tears rolled down her face. Water droplets seemingly too big for her body.

She let herself fall to the ground, onto her knees, gripping the bloodied tool belt on her waist.

How did I not sense anything?

I couldn't sit here crying in front of this person, whose father I killed-

someone I had caused such harm too.

I couldn't make it seem like I was the one hurt. No way could I differ the topic to my fears when the person in front of me was dealing with so… so- so?

Fuck.

I did manage to get a couple words out, through hics,

“Why- Why did you let me anywhere near you?”

Why did you let me carry you?

Are you insane?

Why do you want anything to do with me?

I realized it was out of necessity, but the mental capacity for that?

Insane.

Wow.

Why was she even helping me so thoroughly?

She only needed me alive, not in good condition.

I was still in tears, trembling like a leaf, my knees inches from the literal leaf sized person in front of me.

Person.

A person so small I could kill by accident, if I didn't pay enough attention.

My stomach was reeling, flipping, doing fucking summersaults inside my gut. I wanted to run away from her, back to wherever I was from, just-

Away.

I knew what I had to do though, I owed her. I owed her way more than I could ever repay.

I could at least do something here,

I sighed and wiped the tears from my face with my arm. I couldn't be the one scared here. It would just make things worse.

I managed to reduce the hiccups, and bring my breath to a semi-stable rhythm. My hands were still shaking, I wiped my tears away with my arm. I looked down at the tiny girl at my knees.

What can I possibly say?

I knew it would not help much, but I said it anyway.

“I’m so sorry.”

My voice shook more than I meant it too.

I can figure out some way to help- she even asked me too, right? I can be a protector. I can do this. I just.

Need to not fuck it up.

Again.

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Fawn

I knew there wasn't anything better he could have said-

but maybe it was worse for him to actually apologize.

Maybe it hurt more to see that he actually regretted his actions.

Maybe it sucked to see that some of my presumptions were incorrect.

I could still tell myself that it was only some. I was still correct in a way, humans were reckless and cruel. They don’t think about anyone else besides themselves. This one’s actions might have proved… something. But they did not dissuade me from my bias.

You can’t win someone over in a night.

Especially not the Fae.

+++

The two of us made it back to my father’s home. It took longer than expected as the giant lumbered behind me. He looked worse than earlier, with a look of strain on his pale face.

If he dies there is no way for me to dispose of that body.

I grumbled, looking back at him from the ground. He towered over my frame, and I should still have been trembling but I was so irritated with how damn slow he was I forgot to care.

He stayed more than 2 feet away and seemed to have a hard time following me on the ground.

He was definitely faster earlier.

I opted to avoid thinking about having to stitch and disinfect the wound on his back later.

We finally made it to the clearing where my home stood. Tucked inside a tree trunk, with a beautifully carved circular door. I opened the door and waved the giant off. I watched as he sat down in the moss, laying his oversized head on some of the roots of the tree. He curled up, his back facing me, against the ferns that acted as a border for my home. He left his shirt off, probably in an attempt to reduce the friction against the wound, which was looking worse by the minute. It had dried enough for him to lay it on top of himself instead, as a blanket most inadequate for him.

I closed the door behind me and threw my bag to the floor. My knees hit the ground with that bag and I let myself fall forward.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

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Visions Through Orpiment Eyes

Chapter 3: What The Fuck Wednesday

TW: blood, lot of blood, panic, angst, etc....

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it was the gt brain rot, makes me think i can create any form of content possible ;3

Jasper

It was a bit hard to stay up and concentrate on walking. Although the wounds were not life threatening, they ached- I was also somewhat worried about the small creature sitting on my neck. If I fell they would surely be hurt more than I would be.

What are they anyways?

Are there more of them?

As I was pondering these questions, I finally saw the small stream ahead as well as the water-plants growing around the landscape. It was a relatively flat section where the water flowed, allowing water to seep into the surrounding area and avidly fertilizing those sections.

“Is this the place?”

I asked, trying to keep my voice low. I had realized after they mentioned it that my voice was probably very loud to them. Although I could slightly feel them move in the crease of my neck they were so light that it was easy to forget they were there. As I neared the creek I stooped down, letting my knee sit in the patch of plants. I held my hand up to where the creature was and let them descend to my curved palm. I was going to set them down onto the ground, but the area was mostly mushy, covered in water, or plant roots. I set them on my knee instead.

“If you mash the plants into a pulp and spread them on the wounded areas it should help.”

They pointed towards the water plants stemming up from the muddy creek bed. I nodded and gathered a bushel or so of the plants. The creature opted to slide off of my knee and onto a nearby plant. Somehow they managed to stay on it as it swayed under their weight. I stood up once they got off.

“So… what’s your name?” I asked, and walked closer to where the water was. They turned around to look at me as I moved and answered in what seemed like a yell, although it was fairly quiet in comparison to the bubbling brook,

“It’s Fawn.”

I nodded and as I approached the creek I (with some difficulty) pulled my blood stained shirt off. I held my breath slightly as the cloth slid against some of the wounds. I finally managed to yank the shirt off and dipped it into the clear water of the stream.

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Fawn

I saw the giant start to take his blood-stained shirt off and winced at the sight of his wounds. They were ghastly- to say the least. Even the monumental collection of plant matter he had with him may not be enough to cover the gashes. I walked around him and ascended the pile of plants to avoid getting swept into the water. He had not noticed that I had joined him, and was still attempting to get some of the blood out of his shirt.

“You’re going to need to rinse the wounds off first, and start to pulverize the plants on one of the flat rocks.” I yelled to him, to make sure I was heard over the sound of the brooke.

He used the blood stained shirt to attempt to wipe the wounds on his back clean, but it didn’t go especially well considering he was unable to reach most of the wounds. He winced at the pain and I sighed.

I’m going to have to help clean these. There’s no way he can disinfect those by himself.

I felt the hairs on my neck lift, and goosebumps start to form on my arms. The thought of having to assist a creature that could squelch the life out of me like a bug was horrifying. I was already busy with trying to keep my body from trembling at just the sight of him. It was a lucky pull that he wasn't purposefully violent.

“You can't reach those, can you?” I asked, just to confirm.

“No, not well at least.” He grumbled, his voice was louder again and the sound easily cut over the sound of the brooke.

“Lay on your stomach, on one of the rocks, I can help. But, you owe me.” I pointed to a rock that I would be able to quickly climb on to. He nodded in response and grabbed the pile of plants, and me. The action might have seemed like not much of a deal to him but it swept me off my feet and left me lying on top of the pile of plant matter as he walked. I still wasn't used to the sensation of tree-like legs moving underneath me. It left my heart rate spiked and with my nerves already shot; I really wasn't having it.

As he set the pile down and layed down onto the rock I gave the giant a look, “Did no one tell you it's rude to pick people up without asking?”

His face flushed red, and he babbled a response as he laid down, “Sorry- I, didn't mean any disrespect? This all is just… new? Please tell me if I do anything wrong.”

I gave him a curious look at the fact he actually apologized.

Humans don’t usually do that, right?

I reduced a huff and started grabbing plants, then I realized I would have to climb up his side in order to apply the plants. Instead, we managed to resolve the problem by moving the pile of plants where Jasper would still reach them with one arm and then I was able to climb on his back using the side of his arm as a ramp.

I covered my mouth to try and suppress the gagging sensation in my throat. The wounds looked horrible- on top of that, they were magnified multiple times from him being so goddamn big. There was one major gash down his shoulder blade and into his mid-back. It looked like it needed stitches from how wide it was, but there was nothing around to use as thread for him. I made a mental note to make some rope- or thread- for him and stitch the wound. It would just reopen if there was nothing to keep it in place.

“Can I hand you some of the plants?” He asked, making me tremble slightly as I remembered I was standing on a conscious and sentient being. I managed to respond with a stifled yes, but I wasn't prepared to move out of the way when he lifted his arm, subsequently turning his shoulder blade into a slide. He yelped as I fell onto and clambered off his wound, tracking sticky blood on my clothes and onto his skin. I could feel his skin literally twitch when I fell into the wound.

He made sharp inhales followed by a slow hissing noise. I could feel as his back rose and fell, and his heart rate was pounding in my brain.

It was so, so, loud.

He groaned laying his head face first onto the cool rock, his heart rate was starting to drop again but mine wasn't. I was there, sitting atop a human, with my heart ready to fly out of my chest. Now his blood was on me along with the blood still on my father’s tool belt. I tried to slow my breathing but it just wasn't enough.

I was covered in blood,

not even my own.

I couldn't get the image of my father's tool belt on the forest floor covered in his blood.

Why was there so much blood?

My eyes started to water. My stomach was already in knots but this just made it flip. I couldn't breathe straight without my breath catching and hiccuping as I cried.

My Dad, Is on the fucking bottom of his shoe.

Like a bug.

Am I really that insignificant?

Am I so stupid as to TRUST the thing that killed him?

Won’t he think I'm just a toy? A bug in his way-? -And won’t he kill me once he thinks I'm not useful?

He tried to say something but I couldn't hear what it was, I could just feel the vibrations of his voice through his back. I held my legs to my chest and sobbed, I usually didn't worry about being “tiny” before

but this- ?

this just me feel so fucking minuscule.

I finally heard him when he spoke again,

“Fawn? Fawn? Are you ok? What's going on?”

He paused and seemed to hear my sobs. He sighed, “Is it the blood? I’m sorry- If it might make you feel any better, I-I’m not that great with blood either.”

I was still hiccuping with my head in my knees,

“Come here, well- to my face I mean, just- it's easier to help if I can see you.”

I was already trembling, scared out of my wits, and he wanted me to come… closer? I sighed shakily and got up, my pants covered in his blood.

Maybe if he kills me I can see Father again.

I wandered up his shoulder, tracking bloody footprints on his skin. I jumped off his shoulder and came around his head to stare him straight in the eyes. He had his cheek resting on the rock with his head sideways. I only stood a couple inches from his nose. I could feel him exhale and inhale in rhythmic motion. I could see the details of his eyes, each one bigger than my head. Seeing them focus on me and me in my entirety made my blood freeze. I could see every single detail in his face, his irises were hazel, with tinges of green, yellow and blue. I didn't know that someone could have that much detail in just their eyes. It was unsettling. It was more than unsettling, it was horrifying. The scales were not in my favor.

Fuck it, what's he going to do to me? Kill me? That would be more of a blessing.

I walked towards one of his eyes, and pointed centimeters away from his pupil.

“You killed my dad.”

I watched him retract, he blinked, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Just thought you should know.” I added, shrugging.

Nothing you can do can hurt me more than that.

Visions Through Orpiment Eyes

Chapter 2: Train Your Human Tuesday

Jasper

I woke up, still in the forest. With no idea how I had gotten here in the first place. I sighed, at least my headache had started to subside and I could actually think clearly. My back still ached- it seemed more inflamed than earlier. I looked around myself to find that fine lines of grass, or possibly rope, bound my hands. I stared at the tiny knots; it seemed like the string was barely holding onto my wrists. I tried to move forward and winced as my shirt edged against the inflamed wounds on my shoulders and back.

Too bad I don’t have a first aid kit with me, I chuckled.

“Stop moving.” I flinched as I heard a firm voice from the ground, close to my left side. I looked over to see the humanoid.

I guess I was not hallucinating earlier... It was only three or so inches tall, maybe less, with fluffy shoulder-length hair and animalistic ears. It had “hands” or- what resembled hands… they were more paw-like in shape. To match, it had digitigrade-like legs and soft clawed paws instead of feet. The main defining feature though, was its glare. A mix of intelligence, hatred, and fear. I recoiled as this thing seemed to stare daggers through me. It was an odd feeling to endure- Such a small creature holding emotions much too big for its presence. I was still observing it in awe as it seemed to wait for my response.

I choked up a bit as I attempter to get my words out, “Um…” I awkwardly held my hands up to show they were still bound. Although I could easily break them, it seemed more respectful to wait. They gave me an odd look.

“What- what do you want with me?” I asked. I noticed that anytime I moved or spoke it flinched, keeping a hand on what I assumed was a weapon at its side. I did not fully understand their skittish behavior, as they could have run away the moment I slumped over. I had never seen such a small humanoid before, and I wasn’t sure if it was going to grab its friends to eat the flesh right off me. I wouldn’t be able to do much against a group effort in my current state.

“I need…” they hesitated, a mild look of disgust in their eyes,

“I need your protection.”

I looked at them confused. They live in this forest right? Why would they need me…? I chuckled, which caused them to tighten their grip on the weapon in their holster. I continued in explanation,

“What use would I be to you? Anyways, I’ll die of infection before I can assist you with anything.” I turned slightly to show the bloodied wound on my back. They looked… flabbergasted? Annoyed? I couldn't tell. It seemed I was having trouble reading them.

“Fine, you help me, I help you.” They growled, “I know what kind of plant to use for your wounds and where water is… I can keep you alive and you can use your… size… “ -they looked me up and down, eyes still piercing into me-

“To keep me alive.”

What?

What the hell does that mean?

It sent shivers down my spine to hear such familiar words.

I'm not as useful as you think I am.

I was starting to worry they were going to use me for something that might put me in more danger than I already was in.

Why is their phrasing so odd?

I could not follow whatever thought process they were going through. They were still shaking, or trembling. It was hard to see. Maybe they thought I would kill them? I cocked my head slightly.

“So…” I held up my bound hands, “Can I get rid of these?” They nodded slowly, and pulled out their knife to cut the ropes. I was too impatient to wait as I ripped the thin ropes away from my hands. They looked somewhat dismayed at the fact that the ropes were futile.

Sorry, I can wait for you.

I promise

Don't let it be a lie this time

Fawn

You have got to be kidding me, I thought. Between the trembling, my heart rate being through the roof, and still registering that my only family member was killed in front of me- I was feeling… well.. Like shit.

I looked up at the gigantic form in front of me, bloodied and tired looking.

Just how much blood has it lost?? It was definitely more than probably was safe. It was taking all of my willpower to avoid locking my knees and falling to the ground, or simply running away from a creature who could easily kill or harm me.

Even not on purpose, it’s still going to be a danger. Great, great…

I made a mental note to train the human to never grab me. So just how dangerous would a giant with a thorough amount of blood loss be…? There were pros and cons, but I would have to take the gamble.

I pointed west. “We should head that way. There’s a stream and the plants growing in it should disinfect and assist in healing your wounds.” He nodded but seemed hesitant to move. My stomach sank.

“Can you walk?” I asked. It wasn’t as if I could carry him there. He groaned, which sounded more like a low growl then I would have liked. It was still taking my brain a couple tries to register that any noise the human made would be much louder than I would have appreciated, even if he was attempting to be quiet. I made another metal note to try and avoid flinching when he spoke.

“I can make it… er… probably.” He slowly moved to a kneeling position, clouding out the speckled sunlight and looming over me. I still flinched but I was amazed to find I managed to keep the composure to even speak to this thing. It seemed he had figured that he would need to carry me, which I was not adamant about… although I would much rather be high up than underfoot. He held a hedgehog sized hand out onto the ground for me to clamber onto. I stared, waited, and looked up at the scratched and tired face of the human in front of me. In comparison to his scratched arms and legs his hands were slender and relatively smooth besides hard calluses on his left hand. They still had smudges of blood but were oddly unscathed. I sighed, trying to bring my heart rate down and preparing myself for the sense of vertigo that I would undoubtedly have to deal with once he started moving.

“I won’t hurt you.” he said, I chuckled under my breath in response.

Yeah right, beanpole. I almost growled.

I climbed onto his palm, and fingers a bit longer than I was tall twitched slightly at my movement. It was an odd, fleshy, warm surface. What disconcerned me most was the sense of his slow pulse. It was enough to have him in front of me, it was another thing entirely to be sitting in his hands. Hands that could squeeze the life out of me, hands that could snap bones, rip apart limbs-

I tried to stop thinking about various nightmarish circumstances as I was still mentally preparing myself for him to start moving. When he did I was quickly brought back to reality. I propped myself kneeling down to stay balanced, as I assumed I would not be able to stand very well with how quick he was moving. It felt as if I was being pressed further into his palm as gravity took me down whilst he moved upwards. It made my head spin with the sense of movement but eventually he stopped with his hand carefully set next to his right shoulder. I stepped off onto his shoulder and kneeled in front of his neck, the connection point between his neck and shoulders had a natural dip with his collarbone, making an easy spot to sit in. His pulse was louder now that I was next to his carotid artery. I hated the feeling of obvious life right next to me, like a stupid mountain of flesh. “You good?” he questioned, I flinched at the volume as well as the vibrations from his vocal chords, which resonated through my bones.

“I’m fine- just, speak quieter please.” I responded, rubbing my ears a bit from the sudden noise. He hummed a low sound in response, which although was quieter, still made me flinch. I could feel so much vibration within his throat and I tried not to think about how the face above me could swallow me whole. He waited a moment before standing up. As he stood I had to hold onto the collar of his shirt to keep a proper hold to avoid falling. His full height was more than high enough for me to break a couple limbs if I fell. I, again, tried to slow my breathing.

“This way is west right?” He asked, more quietly this time. I nodded yes then realized he would not be able to see my motions, “Yes, that’s the way.”

As we walked I took note of the human’s point of view, he was high up enough that it would have been impossible for him to have seen Father's camouflaged form. I hadn't even told this human that he killed someone… What was I supposed to say to him,

Hey you murdered my father.

I sighed.

This sucks.

This sucks so much.

It may have been worse to just ignore it, but really, how was I supposed to bring it up. I chuckled at the morbidness of the situation. Maybe I could bring it up once he noticed the large blood stain on the sole of his shoe.

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Visions Through Orpiment Eyes

Chapter 1: Manslaughter Monday

Fawn

“Fawn! Are you up yet?” It was father speaking. He was yelling from the front of the house. I could smell what he was baking from my bed yet I refused to pull myself out of bed. I groaned as he yelled again and made my way out my bed and into the kitchen. It was a quaint home of about three rooms, but it worked for our family just fine. We lived out in the forest, hunting, gathering, foraging and keeping trash and humans out. Unlike most of our kind, we lived mostly by our lonesome, in a large tree far away from the nearest town.

I made my way into the kitchen to see my dad. He stood over the stove which was a contraption made of a metal frame with a piece of cast iron over it. We used it as a sort of giant skillet.

He was making meat patties out of a squirrel we had killed the other day. With the squirrel, he cooked fresh greens in animal fat, seasoned with some sort of spice mix (said spice mix of which he still wouldn't tell me). The plan for today was to go foraging. It was a pretty daily occurrence by now, and Dad had been educating me on the different types of plants, mushrooms, and wildlife. I closed the round front door behind me with a thump and hurried to catch up with Father.

“What will we look for today?”

“How about… something new?”

I grinned, today would be a good one.

Jasper

I woke up on the forest floor with a piercing headache. It was as if my head was on blast from the pounding of my pulse inside my brain. I yelped as a sharp pain made itself clear in my back. There must have been an open wound because the upper back of my shirt was soaked in blood.

“Well shit…”

“This is great.” I sighed, tensely trying to tap the wound on my back to examine the damage. I winced, trying to move my arm, but I couldn't manage to touch the center of the wound the way it was placed. I was able to reach around the edges, but it spread downward where I could not reach.

This will be a pain to clean.

I looked around at my surroundings, which slightly spun as I got up. I seemed to be lost in a “regular” forest, mossy bottom and leaf litter, full of grown and dead trees. Even through my blurred vision I could see green lichen on the bark of nearby trees. I could hear birds that cawed from somewhere in the trees, most likely unhappy at my presence. I sighed and started to make my way through the forest, almost tripping over my own feet anytime I went over a loose branch.

…

I had been walking a while, for how long, I didn’t know. As I was walking–well, more stumbling– down a battered path, when I felt something small, pierce into my lower calf. It somehow managed to get through my pants and into my skin– not by much, but enough for me to notice. Even in my half-conscious state I realized,

Oh. That's not good.

Hoping that it wasn't a snake that had bitten me, I looked down. I didn’t see anything at first, as my vision was still in a haze– and on top of that, the ground was covered in leaf litter, grass, moss, and rock.

Then I saw what I thought to be-

a tiny humanoid creature?

Most of its features were still unclear to me, besides one thing- a blazingly angry glare, and a bow aimed right at me. “What- who… are?” my words were failing me, my vision tunneling in and out. The creature said something to me that I couldn’t make out, and I slumped to the ground next to a tree, losing consciousness for the second time.

Fawn

We had only made it a short-ways away from home when Father and I heard the sound of heavy, and very unsteady, footfalls.

Most animals didn’t move in such… uncoordinated paths. Yet, humans never came this far into the forest either.

“That’s…. An odd sound,” Father noted, looking back at me with curiosity. The two of us would often get into some trouble exploring, but we’d always made it out safe, somehow. This property was what managed to quell any nerves I had about our outings. We both stalked towards a large tree for cover.

“Stay here for a moment while I go check this thing out,” he whispered to me. The creature should’ve been pretty close by now; its footfalls could be easily felt through the ground. Although I had lived in the forest my whole life, with creatures of any and all sizes, I had never encountered anything bigger than a deer (bears were a never-to-be-messed-with kind of being). I was trying not to show my fear to Father, but I couldn't help my pulse beat ever faster as I felt the vibration of its footfalls became more intense the closer it got.

I did not hear much for a couple minutes, besides the echoes of footfalls and crunching leaves.

Then I heard a small yelp, and a crunch that didn’t sound like a leaf.

Similar to a piece of fruit falling from a tree and squelching as it hit the ground.

It sounded like flesh.

I started shaking, fearing the worst.

Did it eat him? I tried to reason with myself. If it ate him, it would have made some other noise: growling, hissing… something… right? I could hear its footfalls slowly making their way forward, like nothing had happened. No change in its odd rhythm…

No change in rhythm, It couldn't have hurt him then, right? He would have yelled for help by now if so…

I gathered as much courage as I could to walk around the tree. With my heart racing so quickly I thought it might run away from me.

I managed to round the knob of roots.

I saw the creature.

Then I saw blood on the ground.

I could see pieces of flesh, blood, and clothes. They had been engraved into the ground. Smothered into the dirt, I could see my father’s tool belt.

No.

I had seen dead animals before. Death did not scare me.

At least, that is what I would tell myself.

No.

But this.

This was different.

NO.

I felt lightheaded, my ears rang.

It all felt so unreal.

How could this happen?

This isn’t real, I'm just, i’m just- just- dreaming.

Father could get out of anything. Any animal of the forest, they listened to him, in their own way. This was something only a human could do. I looked back at the human slowly trudging its way through the forest. It was larger and… slower than I had expected. It lumbered unevenly, It did not even look stable on its own oversized legs.

My ears still ringing, and the human not far away, I pulled out my bow. My ears pounded as I did the stupidest thing possible.

I shot at it. It wasn't as if the tiny arrow would have done much to it, but it got the giant’s attention. It had been stumbling forward, and it stopped for a moment.

I could see the blood splatter on the bottom of its boot.

NO. That’s not real. It can’t be.

Was it… purposeful? I had heard mixed stories from Father. Never interact with them if possible, as most had this internal driving malice. A hatred for the forest and its residents. But despite that he also seemed to hold a tinge of curiosity. The odd things we found in the forest, left over by the humans, had always seemed… interesting. Pieces of a world that we would never see. Maybe it was simply morbid curiosity but,

that interest was lost on me now, what possible good could come from this- this monster. My head was still pounding, partly from terror, partly from anger.

The human was just staring at me. Its eyes looked out of focus, glazed and unsure what to look at.

For some reason, this just pissed me off more.

I screamed at it at the top of my lungs. I don’t even know what I was trying to say. My eyes were burning with hot tears. It looked confused, and still dazed. I knew it was stupid to yell at a human, I knew I would be snatched up and have my bones crushed like fall leaves. I was ready to deal with the consequences as its gargantuan form slumped forward. Instead of grabbing me It seemed to let itself slip downward to the ground, using a nearby tree to assist. Only then did some of the shock wear off to realize how much danger I was in. But also- just how pale this human was. It looked clammy and had blood seeping down its back. Even with its back against the tree I could still see blood on its shirt on the shoulder and side.

It had barely noticed me. If it could simply crush a person without noticing, then what would it do to something it did notice? I was still holding my bow up to the human as its eyes slowly closed and it slumped forward. I let out a shaky breath and lowered my bow. How could this all happen? It was too quick, too fast for me to contemplate. My father, the only person I had known for my entire life, was dead. What was I supposed to do? I knew I needed protection quickly. The only reason the animals of the forest didn’t eat us was because he had the skills to dissuade them, to forage, hunt, etc…

But me? I was still in training.

Whether I liked it or not, I needed something to keep the other animals from helping themselves to a quick snack of me.

Visions Through Orpiment Eyes

Master post(?)

(Jasper and Fawn)

hi so I have been reading fireflywritesgt's story recently,, and I was like: "hm maybe I should post some of my gt media..."

Sooo heads up:

Trigger warnings:

accidental manslaughter, death, medical descriptions, panic attacks, fear, and violence

//I will update this for each chapter btw

Story summary

An injured human wakes up in a forest and meets a very angry tiny, somewhat-animalistic-in-feature, loosely-termed-fae, lass

Chapter 1: Manslaughter Monday here

Chapter 2: Train Your Human Tuesday here

Chapter 3: What The Fuck? Wednesday here

Chapter 4: Treacherous oh! and terrifying! Thursday here

Chapter 5:

Chapter....??

Since I don't want to spoil too much, these are the gt tropes featured:

-non romantic interaction!!!

-slow burn trust

-over coming social bias

-memory loss

-tiny helping giant to heal

-giant is oblivious

-excessive descriptions of the senses

-found family

-protection (both way around)

-punching forest creatures

-solving problems in very bad ways

-reference to hobbit homes

run-on sentences 😘🫶

mor 008 and jaz

MMMGMGMHMJMHMJHMHMHMJMHMHMHHMHMHGUHHGHHGHGHGHHGHG

ok so i asked my gf to make a character of me for a gt au and i made her as an bird person and she created A LOVELY forest giant with a mushroom hat and antlers? and hooves? and deer hooves? and one arm thats made of rock and the other of wood and moss and i love my gf

anyways i have been sketching him cuz AJDHAEHWHA

THESE ARE THE OG SKETCHES FROM MY GF SHE DOESNT HAVE TUMBLER BUT IM GONNA GET HER ON HERE

"he dont bite"

"YES HE FUCKING DO"

//I don't own the dog

007 AAAAAAA OMG she's just so???? so???? what???

G/t Internet Archive List

A list of free and legal g/t related content I have found on the Internet Archive.

Warning - I have only skimmed through these books/movies to see if there is any g/t content in them. If there is alarming content in the books please inform me so that I can delete them from the list - 

(Updated Randomly)

The Story of Jack and the Giants - https://archive.org/embed/storyofjackthegi00dalziala

Giant Tales - https://archive.org/embed/gianttales00dena 

Giant Hiccups - https://archive.org/embed/gianthiccups00farl 

The Giant Smugglers - https://archive.org/embed/giantsmugglers0000pau 

The Earth Giant -https://archive.org/embed/earthgiant00burg 

Masterpiece - https://archive.org/embed/masterpiece0000broa_e9x8 

The Tale of Despereaux - https://archive.org/embed/taleofdespereaux0000dica 

Land of the Giants - https://archive.org/details/giantsmugglers0000paul

The Borrowers -https://archive.org/details/borrowers0000nort_b7z2/page/8/mode/2up?view=theater  Big appetites : tiny people in a world of big food - https://archive.org/details/bigappetitestiny0000boff/page/n1/mode/2up

The Food of the Gods - https://archive.org/details/foodofgods00well/mode/2up 

Micromegas - https://archive.org/details/micromegas0000volt_w8g4 

Are all the giants dead? - https://archive.org/details/areallgiantsdead0000nort 

Giants - https://archive.org/details/giants0000lark_q4t0/page/n1/mode/2up 

Tashi and the Giants - https://archive.org/details/tashigiants0000fien 

Walter the giant storyteller's giant book of giant stories - https://archive.org/details/waltergiantstory0000maye/page/n21/mode/2up 

Gulliver Mickey - https://archive.org/details/gullivermickey00walt/page/n15/mode/2up 

The First Summer Year - https://archive.org/details/firstsummeryear0000kell/page/n1/mode/2up 

The Littles - https://archive.org/details/littlespete00pete/page/n3/mode/2up 

Thumbelina - https://archive.org/details/thumbelina0000ande_o0v7/page/n15/mode/2up 

Fantastic voyage - https://archive.org/details/fantasticvoyage00isaa 

The Carpet People - https://archive.org/details/carpetpeople0000prat_x0e1/mode/2up 

The Incredible Shrinking Man 1957 colorized (Grant Williams) - https://archive.org/details/incredible-shrinking-man-1957 

The Incredible Shrinking Man (Book) - https://archive.org/details/shrinkingman00rich/mode/2up 

Attack of the Puppet People [1958] - Trailer - https://archive.org/details/AttackOfThePuppetPeopleTrailer 

Dr. Cyclops (Movie) - https://archive.org/details/dr.-cyclops 

Dr. Cyclops(Book) - https://archive.org/details/drcyclops00kutt/mode/2up 

orion and the girly pop jaz again- why? because they are my main gt characters rn lol.

sooo I didn't feel like making a background but imagine an alien city there. Orion is most definitely NOT from this planet, he also doesn't mean any harm besides the fact he's about 70-80 ft tall and has fully plated armor on covered in sigils that even orion doesn't know what they are. I'm not really sure how to set up how they meet but its probably gonna be in a forest because I am biased and I love a good on ominous giant lurking through the forest. *He fell, can't remember wtf is going on and is trying to find out where he is, meanwhile, jaz is just minding her business and hears some creature stomping thru the forest*

do they speak the same language? yes

does that make any sense? no

my boy? Jeager 008, some not entirely related to pacific rim- and Jaz