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Day 1 and 2: Acorns and Handheld

Thank you so much to @aaytaro-gt for giving the prompts for g/t inktober! Not sure how committed I’m gonna be this month, but I’ll sure as hell try my best lol

Another thank you to my beta Soldier Blade, you are a freaking lifesaver when it comes to editing <3.

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Acorns

“Whatcha doing?” Ostreatus turned to the human lounging on the couch, a book cast off the side of the cushion.  She watched him intently as he carved, curiosity burning in her expression. He raised a brow, setting down the acorn and blade.

    “Carving” He said, looking down at his current project. Sylvia sat up and her eyes flicking to the small basket of acorns that he’d been working on. After a few months of watching him come and go, it still surprised her when the borrower would bring something strange back to work on. This week, it was acorn carving. Specifically, hollowing out the inside of an acorn. 

    “How come though? Do you use it as some sort of tiny basket or something?” Ostreatus stared at her, before snorting out a laugh. It was a rare occurrence, but it brought a smile to her face nonetheless. He walked to the edge of the table, the in-progress acorn in hand. Sylvia turned to face him fully, curiosity shining in her eyes.

    “Unfortunately, the bottom is too curved to really work as a container, though I do like where your heads at,” He began, tapping the hollowed seed in thought before shaking his head. “No, these are for the colony. From what I recall about you humans, you have a celebration known as “Halloweens” or something, but we celebrate our own version of that!” He said, his body language becoming more and more animated as he spoke. “It's called “Helios Falls”, and descends from when our ancestors would celebrate the nightfall tonight.” He said, a smile creeping onto his face. 

    Sylvia hummed in thought, listening to the rambles of him as he spoke. Normally, he would be reserved, only coming to shelter when he would be injured or lonely. At least, she thought so. This sudden excitement was strange, but she found herself enjoying it more and more as he continued. “The acorns are for carving faces, similar to the pumpkins you use, for masks or decorations. The kids love it and it's one of my favorite parts of the celebration” He said, and Sylvia's smile only widened in response.

Ostreatus noticed this, and quickly quieted down, a blush darkening his copper skin. Slowly, he sat back down, continuing to carve the acorn. Though she was disappointed that he was no longer openly rambling, she understood his discomfort from being watched. Slowly, she turned back to the book she was reading prior, letting him finish his work in peace. The hours flew by as she became lost in the narrative.

It was only as the sunset streamed through the windows that she noticed him in his traveling gear, strapping the large skullcap mushroom to his messy black curls. The basket of acorns sat beside him, each seed hollowed out fully. Ostreatus turned to her, a small grin on his face.

“Leaving so soon?” Sylvia joked, a teasing smile on her face. He huffed, though the smile on his face showed his lack of anger. He grabbed one of the acorns from the basket, cradling it as if it were a porcelain figure. Slowly, he stepped forward, his cheeks slowly turning a deeper shade of pink. Sylvia became puzzled at the display, but walked over to the table nonetheless. Gingerly, Ostreatus presented the carved acorn, and she quietly gasped.

“Please be careful with it, I-I worked hard on it” He said quietly, his gaze fixated on the ground below. She could only nod in response, her voice escaping her as she studied the seed. It was the acorn from earlier. Her initials were front and center, yet she noticed a variety of flowers and bugs carved near them, all made with care. She slowly took the acorn from his grasp, noticing the little hole at the top so she could wear it. Never in her life had someone gone this far out of their way to make something this special. Carefully, she maneuvered the acorn from her hands onto the table before facing him again.

“You… you made this for me?” She whispered, her voice filled with awe and warmth. Ostreatus nodded, looking up through the mushroom hat he wore. She was touched and without thinking she scooped him into her hands and hugged him, yet the embrace was loving and warm, like a friend hugging you for the first time in years.

He froze, his heart spiking at the surprise onslaught of warmth permeating from her hands and chest. It was slightly overwhelming, yet he found himself relaxing into the touch that he rarely received. Unfortunately Sylvia noticed her mistake and tried to pull him away, but was met with the sight of him curled around her thumb, hugging it close. She smiled softly at him, with his strange mushroom hat covering his head and the leafy-green cloak that obscured most of his body, all messy from the odd position, but it warmed her heart at the open display of comfort.

Slowly, he uncurled, and just sat on her palm, a sheepish yet happy smile on his face. Sylvia set him down on the table, and he scurried off her hand onto the flat surface. Ostreatus righted himself, straightening his hat and cloak in an attempt of looking somewhat put-together, and she could only chuckle at the display. 

“Well, I best be off at the colony before nightfall, I’ll see you again soon,” He said, walking to the open windowsill, stopping right at the edge of it before turning back to her. “Thank you, by the way, for listening… and the hug. It.. it means a lot.” He finished, a blush creeping onto his face as he turned back to the window. Sylvia didn’t get the chance to say anything else as he quickly attached his hook to the edge and leaping off like some kind of bird.

As the sun set in the distance, she once again noticed the small acorn sitting on her desk, and the smile grew on her face once more. If Sylvia started wearing a new acorn pendant shortly after, who could blame her?

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That’s all for now, have a great day/night ya’ll :]

Day 3: Overgrown

================================ Hi so due to personal reasons (ie: flying to a different city), this is very late & I will not be doing day 4-6 in order to catch up. Other than that, I will try to continue to do inktober. :]

Another thank you to my beta Soldier Blade for helping me edit this & to @aaytaro-gt for making the prompt list this month. :D

(TW: Some derealization (kinda, I don’t know if it counts but just in case))

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Long Forgotten

The wooded landscape of Yarrow Springs wasn’t explored very much. It was common knowledge in fact, that nobody really went in. It’s not really a law or rule that's broken, but the members of the town just never chose to explore them. So what did Melina & Jasmine decide to do? Melina & Jasmine have made it their mission to explore & document the forests to “connect with nature”, or just to scout the area for other potential fairies.

Yet as they both walked, Jasmine couldn’t help but feel as though she was walking through something she wasn’t supposed to. Like breaking some forbidden unspoken rule that went far deeper than a town superstition. Melina however, did not seem to feel the same sentiment, & was happily flying back & forth between the trees. 

    “Mels… are you sure that it's safe to be here?” Jasmine asked timidly, stumbling over a large rock that looked a little too oddly shaped. Melina huffed & turned to her girlfriend with a look of exasperation. 

    “Jaz, for the fifth time, you're safe with me. If anything were to attack us, I could protect you.” She replied, voice confident & strong. Despite her reassurances, Jasmine still felt like she was out of place among the trees & creeping vines of the forest. Melina softened at her worried expression, & fluttered up to her girlfriends face, resting her arms on her nose. “Hey, look at me,” She said softly. The human in question flicked her eyes to her lover, a small yet timid smile growing on her face. “Don't you worry, alright? The worst thing we’ll find in these parts is some exiled or wild fairies. We’ll be safe from them.” She reassured, a warm grin blooming on her face. Jasmine returned the expression, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Despite her disliking for seeing the worry, Melina let it go for now.

    They both continued down the path, though the fairy stayed close to Jasmine, sitting on her shoulder instead of flying about. She was happy for the change, the small feeling of warmth on her shoulder seemed to ground her, even as the atmosphere felt as though it would swallow her up if Melina flew away. The birds around them silenced, & only the rustling of leaves filled the silence. 

    The wind seemed to grow louder & louder as they went, & the teal-haired human couldn’t help but feel as though they were in the presence of something otherworldly. It was unnerving, but they both relented, both from curiosity & spite. The ghostly vines around them moved like spirits, & they looked as though they were parting for them. The land felt foreign, & it only made Jasmine feel even more out of place in the almost alien-like forest.

    Melina suddenly stood up, her dragonfly-like wings spread out behind her. She scanned the area, her leafy-green eyes narrowed in concentration. 

    “Do you feel that?” she asked, staring off into the distance. Jasmine hummed in response, looking at her lover questioningly. Without warning, Melina leaped off her shoulder, speeding away like a sparrow. The human yelped, sprinting after her. Yet the fairy didn’t stop her racing, but followed the strange tugging she felt in her chest instead. She flew, & the feeling only grew stronger the closer to whatever was pulling her along. Melina could sense her magic growing in response as well, rushing through her veins like a river.

    But the tugging stopped, & she was still, landing on the moss-covered ground with a small thud. Sound was silenced, with only the sound of her footsteps reaching her ears. She stood still, turning to stare at the large flowers that towered over her, more so than usual. With a small huff of annoyance, she spread her wings & flew high above the grasses, & landed on one of the strange, crumbling pillars around her. 

She stood at the edge of, well, something. Fog guarded the area around it, yet refused to seep through the overgrown monoliths. Melina couldn’t even begin to understand why she felt drawn to this place, but curiosity burned alongside the adrenaline she felt in her veins. Hesitantly, she fluttered off the pillar, & landed between them all. 

Melina felt her hesitation morph into a stronger sense of interest as she studied them. In each pillar were carved lines that were surrounded by moss & overgrown vines that she couldn’t pinpoint the name of. The carvings glowed with an eerie, multicolored glow, & hummed with an ancient magic. It felt mysterious, forbidden, yet the magic called to her own.

Slowly, the ravenette stepped forward to the crumbling stones, her arm outstretched ahead of her. Whatever it was, it seemed excited to see her. She ran her hands over the stones, the feeling of moss & lichen grounding her. With a tentative hand, she touched the bottom of the massive carving. The atmosphere changed instantly, & she felt herself transfer from the cool, damp forest floor to a warm, sunny soil filled with sprouting plants. The magic now melded with her own, leaving her overwhelmed with the feeling. Melina whipped around in fear, & gasped at the sight of the monoliths now.

They were no longer the crumbling ruins of a magic long gone, but clean, strong, working pillars that radiated power. The lands were not the overgrown forest, but a large field filled with wildflowers that would have towered over her had she not been on the stone. Yet in an instant, she was back in the forests, with ruins of something long forgotten.

“What…?” She whispered, taking a shaking step away from the column. A new sense of horror dawned on her as she stared at them, the magic thick enough to suffocate her. Without as much of a word, Melina jumped & flew away, fear driving her every move. She became lost in her thoughts as she weaved through the trees, yet the picture of what once lived here still burned in her brain. The fairy couldn’t place what she saw, let alone explain what the hell those carvings even meant.

Though, her musings were interrupted by the distant sound of Jasmine's voice, calling her name over & over again. With only instinct guiding her, Melina flew to the calling, eager to go back to some semblance of normality. She slowed down her pace, exhaustion beginning to make its way into her bones.

    “Melina, there you are! I was looking-” Jasmine began, but paused at the sight of her clearly shaken up girlfriend. She outstretched a pale hand, & the ravenette happily allowed herself to collapse inside, her body aching with exertion. “You alright Meli?” She asked worriedly. Melina nodded wordlessly, the ordeal leaving her too fatigued to speak. All she wanted now was curl up in Jasmine's teal hair & fall asleep.

    “Can we just go home? I don’t know if I want to be here anymore…” she whispered softly. Jasmine nodded, placing her purple-tinted sunglasses on once more. Slowly, she was placed in the front pocket of Jasmine's hoodie, & Melina tiredly nuzzled herself inside the fibers. Yet as she felt unconsciousness claim her, she heard an unfamiliar whisper coming from the forest she knew so little about .

Thank you.

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I know that it’s not exactly g/t centric, but I feel like this was important to the storyline itself & will later come in handy when writing the main series. Also magic is fun to write about :]

That’s all for now, have a great day/night! <3

I think I would take Daisy to a garden where she can see all the flowers and butterflies in safety

oooh they have pretty wings! jus like me ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ 🌼

*interactive ask*

Hey fea

Have a cookie...

Wait, we are all out!

Lets makes some instead :D

🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

yay baking !! thank u i love sweets, yippee!!! >ᴗ< 🤍

gentle giantess

her name is snow~ 🤍

continuation of this comic! im really loving these two so far eee ♡ ;u;

"blissy is a porcelain doll who lived at an antique shop for many years hoping to be given a home, she's very resourceful and spent most of her time grabbing scrap fabrics to make herself a pretty dress and collecting spare parts to look presentable as possible, even bandaging her cracks and shining her skin. one fateful day her wish came true! and a young lady took her home"

the butterfly princess 🦋

youve heard of g/t royalty but have you heard of a g/t royalty love triangle? (lol)

hope you like them i love them so far eee!

ref sheets for my princess-fantasy oneshot, you can see more of them here

pleaseeee give me more scenarios to put them in i need inspiration! :') ♡

She didn’t care how she had grown. It hadn’t affected anything, not her work life, her social, OR her love life, thank you very much.

In fact, after Maddie met Darren on a dating site, she thought perhaps it was very much the opposite. Darren was such a caring guy, and it hadn’t made a difference to him if she was maybe a little on the ‘large’ side. Of course, on their first date, which she had been nervous as hell about, he had stared. But, if he was phased, he gave no sign of it, because that was it, like it was one time to acknowledge Maddie, and then he accepted. How many people were like that?

He had taken Maddie to look at the fireworks on a little hill above a quaint little town, which was of course perfect aside from his slightly undersized picnic blanket, but Darren had made up for that. Darren made up for so many of the problems being big presented, and well accentuated all the benefits. Coming from a strict Catholic background, he had made her wait till they were married for them to have sex, and it was only on their wedding night that she really learned to appreciate the benefits. She still tingled marvelling on it.

So now, as they made love, seven years well into their marriage, in the full light of day with the lights on just for the fun of it, Maddie relished this moment where she could make Darren as happy as he made her.

“I love you, baby/” he said in unsteady passion, and her mind filled with mixed contentment, titillation, and love.

Gtober day 26: Phoebe and her girlfriend Violet carving pumpkins together! I’m not sure I love Violets character design so expect her to change lol

Oh to be a tiny being held by your giant girlfriend. I did end up changing violets character design I like the way she looks better now.