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The gift. 1/2

Today was Daisy’s coming of age ceremony. The most important day of her life. This was the moment she would have to pick her future husband to rule alongside her. As queen and king. Of course, every potential suitor had to bring a gift of great value, some would say only the most priceless gifts were good enough for her hand, she was a favorite among many, including the people.

Daisy, on the other hand, wasn't the biggest fan of all this attention. Not only were the gifts often something of over-extraordinary value, some even going so far as to give away one or more of their countries most priceless relics, which put a tremendous amount of pressure on her shoulders. But the princes, princesses, and noble were rather stuck up.

The ceremony came to an abrupt halt when the gates swung wide open. Large fortified towers came in with chains pulling something with them. The very sight of this being caused a mass panic amongst the crowd and had many fleeing the scene. Including the same nobles who claimed that they never would back down a fight and would stand by Daisy's.

Daisy found herself frozen in place, unable to get her legs to move she felt the warm sun get eclipsed by a looming shadow. She felt an unpleasant chill despite it being the middle of summer. She looked up to where her eyes met another's. A giant.

Who would bring something so dangerous here? Who in their right minds would bring such a threat to the kingdom? Was this a threat? A sign of war?

Eventually, a squire approached, taking a deep bow. "Your majesty, may I have a word with you?" They spoke with upmost respect. But they had a shiver in their voice.

"You... may." she answered carefully, unable to break eye contact with the giant. "You have some explaining to do, actually... what is this?" She spoke in almost a whisper once the squire got close enough.

"My apologies, your majesty, there's no ill will here. This is a proposal to you, or rather, it was... you see, our lord wanted to go above and beyond. He wanted to prove his might and devotion to you..." they whisper in return.

"Was..? What happened to your lord? Where is he?" Daisy began to feel sweat run down her skin, the squires' uneasy posture and shaky voice, along with the absence of his lord, was very unsettling.

"Deceased your majesty... his dying wish was to have the gift delivered to you." The squire briefly looked up at the giant before focusing on the princess. Her rosy cheeks had turned pale along with the rest of her face. She looked like she could pass out at any moment.

"I see... thank you." she turned to her guards. "Take him to our dungeon. And have the ceremony end." And just like that. It did. Daisy was beyond consoling. All this pressure and planning had been cut short, a lot of effort had gone into this big day, and all her maids and servants had worked tirelessly to make everything as grand as possible. That wasn't even considering all her guests who came all this way to see her and intended to stay for several days. Unfortunately, Daisy just couldn't bring herself the ceremony with such a big issue underneath her feet.

She made her way down to the darkest dungeons, where they'd usually have all kinds of unforgivable criminals and monsters, that's the only place this new gift of hers would both fit and cause the least amount of problems.

She still had a hard time believing that this thing was right under her castle. And yet here it sat before her, she remembered it's eyes, those tired eyes... there was no doubt that had seen some unspeakable acts of man and more. The fighting arena was a place for those who had no care for blood on their money, the princess had mistakenly once accepted an invite to the holiday place. It'd the very reason why they were banned from her small kingdom despite the huge amounts of money it received.

“What Would You Do?”

“Hey- can I ask you something?”

“Yeah”

“I mean, hypothetically speaking- what if… what would you do if you met- a giant?”

“Why- I’d give it a piece of my mind- let it swallow me up… and I’d tear it apart from the inside! …What would you do?”

“I- well, isn’t shooting the thing simply enough?”

“Maybe if you had an artillery shell…”

(What would you do?)

Hey so I'm Grace! I'm not new to tumblr but this is my first time posting. My exams just ended in school so I was thinking of starting to publish G/t again. I used to publish on wattpad but..eh, it isn't really for me anymore. I figured I was done with g/t all together for a while but I found out I can never really escape it. Besides that though, I have a few story ideas that I'd like to work on so when I eventually get around to posting expect G/t obviously and a lot of A N G S T!

I can finally say to expect the first part tomorrow! I have really bad insomnia so I decided to spend my time writing rather than staring at the ceiling and finally editing the first part. I still have 2 paragraphs to edit and then I'm done! But it will definitely be here tomorrow. Well..technically today because its 4 am for me.

FINALLY FINSIHED SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. HERE IS PART ONE I HOPE YIU ENJOY!

WARNING/TW: death, dead bodies, gore, arachnophobia, blood, possible triggers for sharp objects.

Of Sinners and Saints

Silence lay steady upon the wilted hours of the night, her dark descent lay firm within twisted roots of the colossal trees resident in the Moorborough boundaries. The fog was thick and soupy, and Danari pondered if her dagger was sharp enough to slice into its foreboding skin. With not a star to guide her nor a path to follow, a deep yet empty feeling resided within her fragile form. She was lost. Lost with nothing but a blunt dagger and satchel of powders and plants. Lost within the swallowing woods that ate victims and forgotten names.

Danari hadn't acquired an ill-trodden mind. She knew very well never to cross the line and yet even so her mishappening was no accident.

Danari was a member of the botanist coven- and quite a skilled botanist at that! And whilst her talent brought her success it did not avail her the joys she truly longed for.

It did, however, provide her with enough to maintain a firm grip on her drowning sanity. That being her ability to revive any positives to her colossal negatives. For Danaris heart beated for one true desire alone, the possibility, the mere chance- of joining the enchanters coven.

Oh how she had dreamed of being assigned to work alongside witches and wizards of all shapes and sizes, pixies, humans, centaurs, merfolk even harpies!

The possibilities were endless for the life of any enchanter but for a botanist? Nothing of the matter.

Danari did not lack the talent nor the determination or heart to bare the title of am enchantress not in the slightest. No. Her issue was a scar. A deep brooding and desecrate misfortune. Danari was a gifted young scholar, precosiously thriving with smarts and successes, she possibly had it all. But all that glitters isn't gold. Not for her case.

For Danari was a Pixie. A pixie incapable to summon magic.

And without the capability of magic -an extremely shameful attribute for a pixie- one could not enter the enchantress coven. By the gods she couldn't even fly! Her perfectly intact set of six wings deemed useless, a useless beauty that served as another loud reminder that no matter how hard she tried, her trialing efforts were in vain.

But she was persistent.

Danari was set on the broomsthorn capuli, which is what brought her to the seeping fickle forests of the Moorborough boundaries this haunting evening. A rare flower and a sight to behold, scribes foretold they could ensure curses of a wide variety. Curses -good or bad- came with a price to pay, nobody would know of the price until it was too late for fix. Curses were not exactly Danaris frame of work but she calculated that together with the assistance of her dear friend Talene- a scholar like herself, whom had been accepted into the enchanters coven- they could conjure the perfect curse or in her case, a cure, with the capulis empowering petals. A curse for power. For the pixie who couldn't use magic.

Yes, a selfish desire to seek the broomsthorn, when others sought it for more valuable needs, a tricky and complicated process for her to bargain her life with.

She despised putting her own actions ahead of others but..she couldn't bare the burden of not being able to enchant.

Couldn't fathom the dwindling cloud that dawned above her head maiming her the disgrace of the family. So, when opportunity -big or small- struck, Danari wouldnt be blind to turn the claimed cold shoulder. Desecrating the broomsthorn capulis power for her own greed or not, she had a dream and she had determination. And with a pixie such as herself those two were a potent and dangerous duo, a pair that wouldn't cease their dark duet until it they bid victorious.

However the look in Talenes eyes when Danari spoke of her plans still embedded in her mind, as did Talenes words. Talene, for all her excitement to try new tricks did not seem to be on board with Danaris plan. What would the coven think?

No..no they couldn't know and she couldn't get distracted.

Not here of all places

Broomsthorn Capuli came with a heavy price. Just like any curse. Eager souls whom seeked its incandescent, rich, navy petals were at the mercy of whatever her graceful presence and sharp aura saw fit, as a fine trade for its bountiful beauty. Or in a simple definition, a punishment. Danari hadn't yet caught a grasp of the flower and already she could feel the tiring weight of what was to come. Her curse. Lost within the Moorborough Boundaries.

A devastating place for a pixie to disappear in.

Moorborough boundaries, home to the shadiest of creatures that creaked and crawled in the night, any howling menace that echoed off its corrupted branches, any clawed or fanged ghoresome gargoyle or ghoul that went bump in the uncanny silence of the night.

But the absolute worst ferocity the shade dwelled was the Arachnae.

Standing at a lurking seven to eight feet they bore prominently human like qualities, infact one could possibly pass for a overbearing human. But she was used to the profuse height of humans, living her whole life at the trifling height of any common mushroom or neatly trimmed blade of grass. Height was not an issue. The issue in question was how heavily they resembled the attitudes of spiders. As beautiful as a shard of glass. Prepossessing and elegant - sharp and heartless. Viciously vigorous all the same.

They bore an extra pair of arms which they could grow out whenever they so pleased, procuring six in total.

Two unbeffiting smaller eyes lurked just beneath their main pair, a chilling echo of the top pupils, keen and honed like a cat preparing to pounce on its feeble prey.

And the teeth, sharp embesseling and  carnivorous that would sink into just about anything with slick piercing fangs stealing the vital position of its ruthless canines bleeding a pulverising venom to any unwilling victim.

Of all its atrocious commodities one reigned supreme to her darkest nightmares.

They had a strong bloodlust for pixies.

Their absolute favourite 'snack'.

And here she stood within the forests most would reconcile as home.

All for her own greed. If anything happened now, whatever it may be, nothing, no distraction nor excuse could disdain the vexatious truth inking her clouded thoughts. It would be her own doing. All to purge the urge of her foreboding shame. The cracks would snipe through the glass and its shards would cry the barrier to her clock like life orderly and contained would snap from its spine like hands ceasing its ticking. All eyes that watched above and below would roll snubbing her as if this was expected. And she would have nobody to blame but herself. And when her name was uttered if it ever was her wandering spirit would curl, only remembered as the selfish theif who stole such a potent beauty for her own desire.

The fog was curling, thickening around her miniscule form. She looked back at her futile wings,  even just an ounce of magic and she could zip above this wretched mess and find her objective. But that was impossible and impossibility was impractical in times like this. One foot in front of the other she continued, ignoring the feeling that she was really taking more steps back.

It was quiet. Too quiet. The trees canopied leagues above groaning and creaking, in the whimpering wind always seeming so near.

She squinted as hard as she could to locate the moon but the rustling branches only sheltered her view.

Just keep walking..with this affirmation repeating in her head she was bound to find it sooner.

Something brushed against her leg, she winced. Dare she look down to find a  trap?, the tail of a slithering foe hanging over her from behind? A curving root reading to drag her six feet under to her imminent doom? With a turn a scowl greeted her lips at the sight of a freshly sprouted Glandor mushroom, a species of such vaguely more miniscule than her. She huffed at it spread its unwelcomed bioluminesent glow, smearing across her carefully stitched attire. Wait.

Bioluminesence?

Her eyed lit up as she frantically turned back to the plump fungi. Glandor mushrooms never usually grew solo and if she was correct.. just apply a little pressure and...

She watched as her hands were covered in a gunky texture on the cold clamy mushroom head, applying weight to its body.

Seeping blue light filtered from its head like a wave at sea, billowing through its roots, unfurling from neighbour to neighbour until set before her was a glowing azure path that echoed through the foggy atmosphere one by one lighting her way through this cloudy despair.

Danari couldn't believe her rather unusual stroke of luck. She supposed there were many benefits to being a botanist when one is partially trapped in the tick furling trunks of Moorborough. However she was keenly aware that a Glandors glow could only last so long and made pace over vines and roots alike.

Snap.

Danari whisked around. The noise almost abnormal to the complete silence that sheltered the land- bar her own footsteps of course.

Danari took a couple steps forward while keeping her head turned to a certain degree to identify any suspicious action when she took a tumblr to an unruly vine cascading to the bog like grounds.

But the bogs she landed in were cold..and almost thin..

Eeking at the sensation and regaining her footing she smeared her hand across the illuminated gunk possessing her guide in the night and knelt to the alien texture holding her hands as a fabricated light.

She couldn't be entirely sure if she gasped or if she didn't not breath at all.

A deep thick maroon liquid dimly dripped off her clothing, staining her skin and the fabric and cycling back to the boggy area, that puddled the fluid.

She should've known better that her stoke of luck would be misinterpreted.

Blood.

Harpy blood if she was correct.

Thankfully not quite fresh if its cold touch could suffice...but in return not quite cold either.

It was the dying light of the glandor that allowed her focus on a lump just ahead burrowed into the trees bark which had already come alive to feast on its remains, roots carefully roping around it.

The corpse.

Eyes wide and light fading she cautiously made her way over, sinking to her knees.

A man her height, in or around his late thirties. Harpy to be sure..if his two bones protruding from his back were any indication. His wings had been thorn off. The smell was wretched. A rancid foul, putrid smell of decay that made her nausea quiver.

She caught sight of his clothing. A cloak breezed softly in the shallow wind. A pattern of sorts carefully stitched, five swirls embodying around a center star.

A wizard of the enchanters coven.

She went to brush back the vining branches and shrieked. A large maggot, the size of her arm, shriveled out from his chest cavity and dug itself into the bog. Danari scrambled back, bile rose to her throat and begged to gag and spew all over her bloody attire.

But that's when she took a second closer glance at the chest cavity before her.

Because it had a twin, right on or rather in his thigh.

Fang bites.

No.

No!

She scurried backward, colliding with an irregular tree.

Her panted breaths were disaranged amongst the eerie silence. Just her deranged breathing, her utter fear and the drip-drops of blood leaking to the ground.

She placed a hand to her dagger nestled in her pouch as the last of her mushrooms faded its last glimmer of light, disbanding her and the corpse back to the eager fog.  She panted trying to steady her breathing, her attempts seeming almost futile.

With a brooding sense of dread in her stomach she fell victim to the expansive tree that sheltered her, slumping down with alarm, goosebumps grazing her arms like a soft kiss.

She felt the tree move and pull away.

Her panting stopped. Moorborough trees could move, but not that fast..never that fast. And never that quiet.

A presence shifted over her, enveloping her in an even deeper shadow than that of the fog.

And from within the darkness, a velvety, deep and sly reverberating voice spoke. And it spoke to her.

"Hello there, my little pixie~"

I feel like I've consumed all the borrower and fearplay/angst gt there is because I can never find any new stuff anymore. I've checked here, Ao3, wattpad, deviant art but I run empty or just the same stuff each time. If anyone has any recommendations please share them!

I'm still working on Of Sinners and saints and will be making another part/ more parts for it. But I had an idea for a story and it got me in the mood for writing.

Trigger warnings!: c*tting, violence, child abuse, cursing.

The story will tone down alot more as it is found family trope a few parts I post here and there will be dark but I will always specify which ones <3

The winner takes it all

It was a kill or be killed world.

Or at last it had been.

The only way to make it in society now was to be chosen. And the only way to be chosen to outperform everyone else.

The rest of humanity seemed to live in poverty, amongst the slimes and slums of the Decker. Famine spewed and violence cried. Murders, thievery, kidnapping, and the rest all the same. The very dregs of society. Looked down on with disdain from the wealthy upper class.

Or as everyone else knew them from down in the Decker, the Giants.

But amongst the dark civilisation of the underground world lay a small spark to any family that had been fortunate enough to bare a child.

A ticket to glory. A ticket to freedom.

A ticket to a new life.

Any child of the age 13 was eligible to compete.

Children of any age or gender all put to the test in a deep carefully carved and extreme competition.

Most died. Those that didn’t however stood a chance at being ‘selected’

These trials showed off each and every child, as Giants watched on with keen interest.

If a Giant selected a child, not only would they be brought into a new life of luxury but their families too.

That chosen child would then be trained by the Giant and pushed into as many competitions as said Giant saw fit.

The brutal competition didn’t have to much rules to it, but out of the few that it obtained one stood out amongst the rest.

A child could only enter once. Should they fail, there is no second chance.

Yes many died. But not just at the peril of the competition, no, the losers where what brought a large death toll, as they would most likely be killed at the hands of their own parents.

Some out of anger. Most without a choice. It cost a good sum to live under a roof in the Decker, disgrace as it was, and with poverty growing most could barely afford a house for themselves, never mind a child.

Children did not know happiness in this world. They were merely tickets to a new one.

A ticket or not, Eleanor Tarabel would give everything to win.

That she was sure of.

—

The bell tower of the undercity chimed it’s song a painful six times. And from her perch in her small window, Eleanor watched the Decker slowly wake up.

Daylight lamps replaced those of the ‘Night’ fabricating a sun cycle for the dwelling underground.

Windows opened, people left their houses, merchants barked from their stalls proclaiming their valuables. Lines for rations began to brew.

Beggars curled amongst the streets arose, cup in hand prepared for another day. Noise grew, chatter, splashes of water being throw from windows down to the drainage basins, liquids of all kinds sank down the most common and notable color being a washed crimson red.

The little girl turned from her place, hopping down into the contrasting quiet of her room.

She knew what day it was. She knew it’s importance.

She slipped into her bland day clothing and exited her room, passing a calendar of sorts marking the days according to the sun and moon's cycle.

Tuesday 24th

‘13’

Entering the corridor she collided with an unknown man, a client to be sure.

He sneered down at her

“Keep your child on a short leash, Mags.” He said, pushing past the small girl sending her into the wall.

Her mother, Margaret Tarabel, came out to sulk by her bedroom door, sending creaks and moans through the cracked wall, hair in tangles with her usual cigarette in hand, draped in a robe of sorts.

In a husky voice and a drag, she puffed smoke out into the child’s face the smell of nicotine protruding the air, she spoke in a slow chastising tone

“Honey,” she coughed violently, small specks of blood dribbled at her lip “what did I say about irritating clients?”

Eleanor dipped her head and posture

“forgive me sir”

The man didn’t dignify her with a response, simply huffing and tying his shoes, grabbing his coat and reaching for the handle

Her mother livened up, if you could even call it that, her dark eyes laden with coat over coat of seeping makeup creeped to life.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving Mags. I have a job, more honorable than your shameful business”

Margaret did take kindly to his reply and in a hoarse snap she replied storming over, grabbing him by the shoulders

“Not without my money”

With a snort “for that service? That’s the worst I’ve had by far. But hey, you’ll only need to pay for one person under your roof pretty soon, ain’t that right cupcake?”

He gave an ugly wink in Eleanors direction

“Fuck you, you slimy rodent! Out of my house now.”

The man was pushed out into the streets as he spat and walked away.

“Rich coming from you, slut.”

Throwing her cigarette which only fell sadly to the floor dissipating in the drain she slammed the door and turned to her daughter.

“Don’t you mind him. Soon we’ll be comfortable out of this city. Isn’t that right my sweet?”

Eleanor was not in any means a stupid girl. It was clear to her that the only reason her mother truly cared- if you could call this caring- was for her own skin.

But if Eleanor won, she would never have to see her mother or any of her rotten clients again, never have to bare the butt of another cigarette, or random outburst or pour another pissy excuse for whiskey.

She hated her life. But she hated her mother more.

“Excuse me mother. I need to get to the arena.”

Her mother sighed and moved out of her way “maybe those Giants can teach you a little respect too.”

—

Sliding through the alleys, she made her way through the training grounds, careful to blend in, if she was quick enough she would avoid-

With a sharp kick Eleanor collided with the cobblestone, her rags soaking up the drainages contents leaving an unpleasant smell.

“Going somewhere El?”

She gagged at the smell turning to the voice.

Rodney Sterling. Katherina Vice. Desmond Fitzgerald. Lavender Maxwell.

Lavender stood over her with a snide smirk. As Katherine and Rodney pulled her up.

Lavender pulled out something brown from her pocket.

With a flick a blade came out.

Eleanors eyes widened. Lavender sensed this

“real silver would you believe it? Daddy had it made for me for next Saturday. But I figured, with that being so to long of a wait I’d test it out on my favourite little rodent.”

Eleanor gasped springing to life with immediate struggle, stepping harshly on Rodneys new shoes and punching Katherine earning an outcry from the two, racing past as quick as she could only for Lavender to grab her by the jacket sending a swift punch to her nose.

She giggled, twisting her blade, slicing her blade across Eleanors left arm.

Maxwell admired her work and Margaret’s scabbing circles that burned into her skin. “I see Mommy’s latest addiction is suiting you well, or was this from one of her fuck buddies?”

Rodney and Katherine gave a slithery snicker,

“See you at the Training grounds, if you even make it that far”

Lavender turned away, her clique in tow. Desmond drifted behind, eyes offering a speck of sympathy, turning back to his group and hurrying after them.

Eleanor sniffled, and gripped her arm closely. The dirty sewage had had seeped into her wound and she cried softly holding it close.

Drying her eyes she caught sight of the crowds forming by a nearby banner

‘NAMES AND REGISTRATION- THE SELECTING TRIALS. SATURDAY 5th’

She could do this. She had to

Trigger warnings!: mentions of sharp objects, blood, cursing

The Winner takes it all chapter 2

Vander Sythe, Grindle Foxglove, Harleen Diabel.

Three of the most prestigious names in the history of human Trainers.

Jesse Brookes was not prestigious. Nor was he a Trainer.

He was however a lumberjack and worked quite efficiently with wood, owing a small business of sorts up in outer lands sector, in the region of Tavers.

Living a bit away from the busy and bumbling towns he didn’t get much action in his everyday life- apart from his job of course. Which is why when he got an offer to supply and deliver wood for the Selecting Trials coming up quite soon he accepted.

He wouldn’t call himself a humble man in any means, but he would admit he was pretty sheltered from what happened in society.

He knew of humans, though had never bared witness to one, from what he was told they were sent to live in comfortable secure sectors all around the map, hidden from society given all their needs to continue on.

Point was, it was not a common occurance in the slightest for Giants to see a human.

Bar once a year.

The Selecting Trials.

Humans of any age could sign up to show off their skills to Giants and have a chance at being scouted and trained in different sports categories, allowing them to come live in a luxurious lifestyle and be taken care of by the Giant so long as they entered other races in the future.

Unless a human had been scouted, it was illegal to have a human in a Giant household.

He himself wasn’t so sure on these terms but so long as nobody was hurt then he didn’t see much issues.

For the most part humans and giants lived separate peaceful lives and so long as that was the case then he supposed he could let it slide.

It was a crisp cloudy afternoon by the time he had arrived, accompanied by his finest men- and only men. Wilbur Dawson, Owen McRee and Zachary Downes.

A short stout man with an odd moustache had weaselled his way up to them, and by the look of his face Brookes had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

“Gentlemen-“

He eyed them head to toe

“I er- think.. anyways! There is much to do and you lot are very late! Very late indeed”

Owen -who already wasn’t onboard with agreeing to this job- rolled his eyes and looked down to continue picking at his fingers

The persistent man stretched out to look past them

“Is..is there any more of you? Or..”

Brookes had stepped in to reassure the man. They weren’t a lot. But they weren’t daft men either. But dealing in business had led him to meet all sorts, and this man was no different.

“Just this lot, and we are more than capable, just point us in the direction and we can start setting up. Apologies for our timekeeping, wagon wheels don’t match too well with a rocky road.”

The man didn’t seem to be convinced, a quick gaze to the their mode of transport, and the horned beast pulling it, but with a quick nod he directed them to the right

“I see. Well, just down that hill then. The main grounds have already been cleared and seating has already been started, you can start with the frames for today. Should you need anymore wood there is a vast enough woodland just down the valley. Do please refrain from reaching out for assistance, we are very busy, there is much to be done, just use your brains.. if possible”

he said with short jovial laugh, patting Wilbur on the shoulder then turned heel and headed in the opposite direction.

Wilbur, angrily dusting off his shoulder, watched him with a glare

“wanker.”

Owen, who couldn’t agree more nodded with a playful judgemental tone eyeing the man as he proudly walked away “yeah, does seem a bit of a ball ache doesn’t he? You sure know how to pick ‘em boss.”

Zachary watched the man leave smacking Owen over the head “Keep it down! He hasn’t even made it down the hill yet!”

Owen scowled slapping him in the same manner in return “all the more reason for us to say it louder. Must be hard to get a message through that thick skull, posh bastard.”

Wilbur snickered and took a breathe preparing to shout after him only for a large hand to be quickly placed over his mouth earning a mumbled passionate protest from Wilbur

Brookes pinched the bridge of his nose with a tired sigh, removing his hand from Wilbur’s maw

“this job has good pay, bastards or not, we need to stay professional. We will only be here for three jobs or so. Just keep it together.”

Owen and Wilbur shared a matching expression and caved in with obedience, while Zachary repetitively nodding gave a firm “yes boss”.

The group unloaded the wagon and with a stretch headed to work.

——

Eleanor felt sickly. And not just from her poor health, but from the thought of having to join Lavender Maxwells clique in the training grounds of the Decker.

She didn’t need more wounds before the Trials.

Through the mangy crowded alleys she kept to the sidelines watching different lives pass her by. The Decker was filled to the brim and it was full of very different individuals.

You could learn a lot from watching from the sidelines, which by chance is what happened when she a particular conversation caught her ear.

Two men said idly sipping from the cartons as they organised papers into a box. Eleanor squinted- it was the entry forms for the Selecting Trials.

“I can’t believe Larry’s gotta go up there today. Like actually go up there. Make conversation with those..things.”

The other man scoffed ”please he don’ gotta do none of the sort. He jus’ gotta deliver. Besides, he ain’t permitted to speak. Hand off the forms, keep the head down. Be seen no’ heard. Plus, he’s lucky in a way. He has permission to leave this shit hole. I ain’ ever seen the real sky, or trees or..ya know.”

The first man sipped and nodded nonchalantly.

“I suppose. How long you reckon he’ll be?”

The second man shrugged

“Couldn’t tell ya, I hear he’s gotta travel through the forest first. Once out it could take ‘im an hour or maybe less, to get to the main facility anyways. Better enjoy the silence while he can. Them guards ‘ill scare the ballocks outta ‘im”

The first man tilted his head as did Eleanor.

“How do ya mean?”

Sending an incredulous look the second man laughed “ well they probably ain’ ever seen a human before! With us being bloody locked underground an’ all! They’re bound to be a bit curious!”

The first man gulped

“And you called the poor chap lucky. When does he leave?”

The other man peeled around the corner at who she could only assume was the ‘Larry’ man in question

“From the look of things, I’d wager twenty minutes. So we bes’ be gettin a move on with these forms”

Eleanor perked up.

A secluded forest, alone. She’d be able to practice..see the outside world before the selection made her fear it.

She could fit behind them crates, she was skinny enough. Though, being skinny wasn’t exactly anything new from malnutrition and lack of sunlight the undercity provided.

She just had to be precise. And quick.

She needed her bow.

——

“Look at them. The sorry fools. They haven’t worked a day in their lives”

Axes swung through the air, chunks flying through the air, and despite the cloudy sky the heat was building up. Owen and Wilbur had taken to chopping while Brookes and Zachary focused on the finer work.

Zachary rolled his eyes “ yeah well, you won’t have to watch for much longer if you get your work done faster.”

Owen mimicked him under his breath earning a snicker from Wilbur.

“Come on Zach! let us have a little fun, it’s not everyday you get to poke fun at the rich and privileged!” Wilbur justified.

Zachary had stopped listening at that point focusing his attention back to Brookes, who had stopped his work and was in a deep count of their stock muttering a gruff "shit" beneath his breathe

“Boss?..everything ok?”

Brookes groaned, stating firmly

“we need more wood.”

Zachary looked down bewildered- the pile was big enough in his opinion

“boss not that my eyes are as trained as yours but..it seems we have plenty, are you sure?”

Brookes grunted and stood up, dropping his blade and snatching his axe, tying it precisely to his belt.

"Must've miscounted. It shouldn’t take to long.”

Without another word he stomped down the hill making way for the forest past all the construction.

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Eleanor hurried, her ripping shoes only worsening as she dashed through the wet floors, her legs being splashed and subjected to the filth and grime.

Hopping over crates, pushing through people, and not stopping for a breath she kept her sights on the training grounds up ahead.

People made their comments as they saw were she was headed, but by now she was used to them, the Decker was an grimy piss-pot, an ill miserable place full of ill miserable people, who weren’t afraid to voice their thoughts.

“Poor girl. She don’t have much time left”

“Them Trials gonna eat her alive”

“A goner to be sure”

“We should place bets, at least that way we’ll be guaranteed money.”

Making her way through the main gates into the dark hallowed hallways taking an immediate right, rushing in and clashing into none other than Desmond Fitzgerald.

He whipped around eyes that surged annoyance, only for expression to change amongst seeing just who had bumped into him “oh-“

She didn’t have time. If he was here Lavender wouldn’t be far.

She kept her pace making a beeline for the weapons hung by the wall lit up by a single flickering torch.

“H-hey I.. I’m sorry..I’m sorry about Lav..”

No time.

Vambraces strapped on, bow secured on her back and arrows loosely hung against her hips by a flimsy rope, this endeavour had already cost her ten minutes. It was gonna take another ten to make it back!

As she made it clear in her lack of halting, she had other places to be.

Before she could leave however he grabbed her arm

She snapped her gaze back to him, a wild look in her eye. Desmond had never single handedly hurt her, rather watched from the sidelines.

She supposed there was a first for everything.

“..I meant it- the apology. I.. I thought the knife was a bluff”

All it took was a little blood to get him to see the twisted ways of her little group? She’d heard enough and before the boy could continue she was out the gates thrashing through gasping civilians in a determined manner.

Desmond called after her

“Please! Just.. I needed to warn you..”

Once back in her first spot she twirled all around to see the wagon had already left.

She wanted to scream.

Panting she slumped over, to think she’d need that stamina for the Trials.

With a defeated demeanour she walked along the pathways beneath the balconies of each house, passing taverns-

“Move it!! I am on a strict time schedule!”

She sprang up in fright, had she done something wrong?

“You seem- you seem to be- to b- slow- fer a fella rushing” a drunken man slurred

The bar just up ahead. Another casual tavern showdown it seemed.

“For your information you drunken for these are the forms for the Selecting Trials! Now get off the road!”

Eleanors dull eyes brightened as slowly but surely she began to run, taking a right and just before her- the wagon.

Thank goodness for drunken idiots.

Blending in with the busy streets she crawled on, keeping a trained eye on each man switching ever few seconds. And once she had settled she let out a breath. This was it.

The situation seemed to have dissolved and before long her ride and reached a stop.

The main gates. No human that hadn’t prior persimmon or knowledge from the authorities had ever made it this far.

Once papers had been thoroughly examined, they were back on track and with a screeching cry the rusty gates were hoisted up and out they went into the unknown.

It was only really then that an unsettling feeling resided within her. She could be killed for this. This was very much illegal.

The sickening feeling had remained until they reached a clearing. And truly emerged.

She had seen paintings, heard story’s, listened to drunken fools sing ballads. But nothing could ever compare to the actually thing, that much was clear.

Crisp fresh air filled her poor lungs as heat- real heat- sank though her sickly skin. Real grass, real trees, so lush and green, they stood tall and mighty.

And real sky- the sky enamoured her but it also caught her off guard.

It was grey. She began to doubt the reality of those so called ‘stories from above’.

But besides that everything else was real. No fabrication, fake lighting, no crowded streets or polluted noise.

Just simplicity, the only sound being that of the horse trotting against the baron mud along with the wheels and occasional twittering of birds.

She’d only ever seen dead ones- pheasant to be exact when rations gave out bird meat before switching to rodent.

And there lay the forest, just as those two men had predicted. This was her stop.

Crawling to the edge she slipped off, tumbling roughly to the ground. A metallic tasting liquid blossomed onto her cheeks as she smudged at her nose. Bleeding, but at least nothing was broken for once.

As she tracked through he seemingly forgotten trees, mesmerised at their foreboding heigh, she distanced herself into a clearing. Perfect

With bow now in hand she reached down to her waist, her first arrow sliding by her string.

There were many names attending the Trials but nothing compared to the main three.

Vander Sythe, Grindle Foxglove, Harleen Diabel.

From the tales, they had a reputation and they were a difficult trio to impress.

Harleen Diabel was her go-to in particular. She had a fondness for archery.

A few calculated shots before the esteemed Harleen and she could prove she was worth something. That she was more than just the hopeless case the Decker saw her as.

With her body turned to the east, her legs an even width apart and head turned to her target she pulled back her string, her arms wobbled from her latest missed lessons thanks to a certain group.

She focused herself, closing one eye.

And as she let went to let go, her left arm stung beneath her poorly crafted vambraces her fresh wound coercing with the flaky leather, causing the released arrow to go haywire spiralling into a different direction.

And so she collected her shot and tried again.

And again.

And again.

And by her tenth try she had released, her right hand knocking back into her head with a harsh whack.

She stumbled backwards, her eyes burned as she held in her tears. She just needed to concentrate!

Faster!

Stronger!

Focus!

The voices in her mind morphed into her mothers.

Tears slipped down her cheeks

AGAIN

AGAIN

AGAIN

A-

With a cry she threw the bow, she stood panting as her eyes revelled in sweet release, fresh tears stained her dirty cheeks.

She turned away from the direction it had flown in slumming down by the nearest tree.

It was moments like these were she truly felt isolated, and the worst part she hated admitting was that loneliness was just a brutal feeling, it was reality.

It was a kill or be killed world. People only watched their own backs, took what they could, gave nothing back.

An odd feeling ricocheted through the ground beneath her.

Not even her own mother cared.

Thumping.

She had been cheated from her childhood.

Louder.

Had never truly experienced happiness, never cracked a real smile in earnest.

Closer.

And all her chances of ever experiencing that, the knowledge that somebody had seen something in her, taken her in out of awe, were fading.

The trees bent back as birds cawed an soared off in a hurry, cawing in a matter of urgency.

She snapped out of her pity party and back to the present moment

She rose to her feet in an instant, the sickening feeling blossomed once more.

A crack of a branch plummeted her stomach, along with the residing boom before her.

She sank back into the tree.

Her lungs caved, betraying any possibilities of drawing a breath.

There before her, in the clearing towering just over the tree tops, stood a Giant.

Hey does anyone wanna g/t roleplay

(I prefer to be the tiny and I don't do nsfw, giantess, child giants, vore or furry)

I love angsty giants/himbos if my name wasn't clear haha

For Roleplays!

I'm pretty much down for everything except these categories so these are my 'don'ts'

🚫I don't do:

-Giantess roleplays (sometimes I like giantess stuff but never in roleplays idk why 😭)

-Furry and nekos- (HOWEVER any other things like harpys or borrowers with tails are OK, just as long as they don't have paws or over the top ears if you get me and don't make animal noises. Mermaid, half shark, anything like that is perfectly fine too its just full on Furrys and nekos.)

-Nsfw

-Vore

-Any fetish stuff

-Child giants (giants under 18- 17 is okay but anything below then two is a no)

-fandoms. I do original characters only

-lastly I don't usually play giants. I suck at it 😭

Also just another I want to point out. If YOU ask me to roleplay and then never respond I will block you. If you don't want to do it anymore or are busy just say so I won't be mad. Now if you leave me on open accidentally and forget to respond I can understand as I've done this, but if I see you are active and outright ignoring me that's when I have an issue. Don't ask if you aren't actually up for it.

✅I am a sucker for darker themes, angst and fearplay! I do love fluff too.

As for tropes, I LOVE found family, enemies to lovers, the angsty shit, there's no trope I'm really against but if I do not like one please just have respect that it's not something I'm willing to do (but I doubt that will happen)

A Lapse of Judgement

Felt like making a one shot!

Also just wanna say, I've been watching Castlevania, Alistar is very much inspired by Alucard

Anyways, Giant Angel, tiny demon :))

Warnings: Language I guess? Mentions of depression, fear of dying. Angsty and fearplay.

If you like this please like and let me know what you think! I love reading what others have to say <3 enjoy!

In her humble opinion Luciel wasn't doing anything wrong- ok no, that's a lie, but still she was only doing her job! Being a demon was hard work, especially when you were a lower class. She was just thankful she had her wings because she couldn't possibly imagine trying to traverse the human realm without them, trying to reach their ears just to whisper some corrupt ideas into them would be such a pain. More than it already was!

It was tough, but at the very least the humans couldn't see her so there wasn't really any stopping her except whenever procrastination kicked in. Well..that wouldn't be true either.

There were ways to stop her.

And all of them came in the form of Angels.

Self righteous perfect little Angels. Except they weren't little at all! Given their 'holy' nature they were all the same height as a middle class demon, or human. And might she add incredibly annoying! Because even when casting a fellow demon aside they always tried to be so moral and just about it. She for one thought they were a bunch of sad sour souls. What was the point in living a mortal life if you didn't get to cause a little mischief while you had the chance? You know, fun?!

But no. For every wicked whisper, they'd always counter, shunning out the darkness, much to the humans obliviousness.

Luciel had dealt with only a handful of them, possibly less. They never really paid her any mind, more than just a glare of disapproval anyways. Besides they were far more focused on putting a stop to her more powerful coworkers- if they could even be called that. Demons never exactly worked together.

In some ways she was glad to be at the rank she was, the most an Angel could do to her was shoo her off. They didn't attempt anything else. And she was content with that way of things, bothersome yes, but nothing she couldn't live with.

Or so she thought, until Alistar anyhow.

The little demon (quite literally) had been taunting a simple human named Dave- if she was correct. Poor precious Dave, and his sunken eyes. Perhaps she was feeding his anxiety a little too much. But it was quite fun to watch! So she'd continue to egg him on- no matter how many anxiety pills her swallowed.

She laughed in her mirth, going off to see another human deciding it may be time to give old Dave some time out. She flew through above crowds, she was in a city today. She never did bother learning names of locations for she did jump or rather fly around pretty frequently.

The sun was shining and the flowers were blooming- not her preference in weather by any means but perhaps that was the demon in her. All in all it was looking to be a successful day.

She stopped mid flight and floated above the colossal crowds, all impatient to get to the next place sprinkled with remnants of anger, addictions, drunkards, and much more. Wherever the city was it was looking to be a delightful place!

She scanned around before selecting a new target. Baggy eyes, tired expression, possible depression oh yes now this was perfect.

She flew after him thrilled by the chase- and the mere thought of a new client!

Up the stairs through a washed out apartment complex, past the many doors before alas, she caught up just as he walked in and shut the door.

She clapped her hands together, looking around the dingy little complex. It was still clean (odd, he couldn't take care of his own mind, yet his house was unbelievably clean. A possible touch of OCD?)

He walked further in, coming into the kitchen. She spotted them instantly, pills all lined up. Bingo, she was on the money with this one.

Then to his bedroom, he slumped down and switched on his computer, seemingly worn out even though the day was only beginning and just about to get a whole lot more exciting.

She landed on his shoulder, holding onto his collar and taking a breath, so many possibilities! Now, more importantly, what to say?

She settled with the obvious, time to corrupt his self worth!

Though she never got to do that. She had just steadied herself and headed for his ear, when a great hand burst in from seemingly nowhere, and trapped her tightly in a fist.

The breath was forcefully taken out of her as the hand squeezed harsher. Then she cried out at an instant heat. Something was burning! Searing hot! And it hurt. Heat shouldn't hurt Demons!! Nothing should!

"Aww..how pathetic"

She winced, an Angel of course but how?! Why was he even bothering?! She was only a lower cla-

The hand shifted and she was pulled around to a overbearing perspective. And what she was greeted with shook her to her core.

Not just an Angel. A Guardian Angel.

Fuck. No.

If normals Angels were so painfully just and morally correct in their hatred for demons, Guardian Angels amplified it ten fold. They too had wings and all in all looked fairly similar to any regular Angel, apart from their give away, an aura eclipsed their forms. Angels had beauty, but these ones were a new level, porcelain like skin, bright shining golden eyes, eyes that currently bore into her with nothing but repulsion. Angels hated Demons. But Guardians? They loathed them.

Not only that, but the worst aspect, they had the power to wipe any level of demon out, which is what made them so incredibly dangerous.

They could make demons writhe and scream for hours on end, possibly more than any damnation in hell ever could. And now one had her in his grasp. And he looked very pissed.

He lifted her to eye level, as she swallowed, tears beginning to brim at the corner of her eyes.

"A lowly little lower class hmm?"

His other hand appeared out of the blue and it made her yelp. The size difference had never bothered her before. Ever. She had grown so used to it, so why was she so terrified of it now?

The impossibly large hand came into contact and with one sharp nail he pushed her hair out of her eyes meeting her gaze. He smirked.

The Guardian Angel smirked. Angels didn't smirk, they didn't taunt nor tease. They done their duty and left. But this was new. And mortifying. He seemed to watch her as he pinned her wings painfully to her back. Despite the security of flight the drop below was still nerve enduring.

He brought her closer, right before his burning pupils, as the heat slicing through her worsened. He took in a deep breath and chuckled, his exhale brushing against her skin.

"Scared?"

Scared? Scared?! She had never known fear. A demon never felt scared!, but it seemed today was a day for new experiences. Here she was, dying out in a fist bigger than herself. Fear was her newest foe. Fear was what drove her to nod in response. Just as he had put it. Pathetic.

He sneered, seemingly finding this only delightful.

"Good. You should be"

And from there, everything felt raw..and white. At least the pain did anyways. She let out a howling cry, a piercing shriek. She noticed her arms, they were cracking .

She..she was dying.

A new wave of the meaning washed over this situation as did fright. Oh Satan..what..what happened to an Demon in death? She wasn't even a living soul? Was there more beyond this?! Was this it?! Panic seized her and finally she understood. Was this the type of thoughts she instilled on humanity? The self doubting, the fear. What lay awaiting in the foggy unknown?

She was speaking before she could stop herself.

"PLEASE. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU" She writhed.

The Guardian Angels eyes lay still, as he consumed her every wail.

"PLEASE. I- I DONT WANT TO DIE. IM SORRY! PLEASE STOP PLEASE"

Her breaths became laboured and tight, the crackled fractured up her arms and legs, getting closer and closer to her heart.

She wasn't ready to die.

A small tear fell from her cheeks and ricocheted off his hand.

She took one final gasp and then it all stopped.

The hand loosened and opened, as she collapsed in on his palm panting, heaving, shaking like a crisp little leaf.

She grasped her chest tightly as she softly began to sob, her ruffled wings twitched in pain, as they were freed from their constraints.

A warm voice breezed over her, she was closer to his mouth she reckoned.

"In all my lifetime, in all my training. I have never once seen a Demon apologise for their ways. Nonetheless cry. In eradication, many have felt fear. But nothing to this extent. Yet..here you are."

She was quivering as her curled up form hitched at his words. Her cracks were fading. He was letting her live..or so she hoped.

She unfurled slowly, looking up to meet his impossibly large eyes. He was so close.

"A-and I, have never witnessed an Angel who expelled violence"

A small smile tugged at his lips.

"Well, I for one, am not just an Angel, which I suppose you have already taken note off. And never having experienced such violent nature hmm? Must be the low level in you."

Her eyes furrowed as she died them.

"Most Angels I've met don't give me a second glance. I hadn't even done anything yet!"

It was his turn to glare, though she had noticed the venom was fading, replaced by a morbid curiosity. She found herself despising being a Guardians object of interest.

"Yes.. nothing yet. You had every intent on making this man's life a living hell and all for your own gain."

She tried to stand with her fury but pain riffled through causing her to stagger back. The Angel apparently having noticed used his finger from his other hand to curl around her miniscule waist and steady her out, he carefully sat her back down, going easy on her wings, he must have noticed their damage then. She couldn't exactly ignore the fascination lurking in his pupils either.

"Don't try and move. You'll make this harder on yourself, I was intending on killing you after all."

She laughed coldly as she folded her arms across her chest.

"And what. You're not gonna do that anymore huh? I was only doing my damn job!"

The Angel rolled his eyes and poked at her lightly with the same finger.

"As was I. Demons are a plague on humanity, which must be stopped at all costs."

She snarled at this. There it was. The self righteousness

"Well you're no blessing either, you psychopath"

Expectations of the Angels anger to give way were blocked as he could only chuckle deeply once more, his finger beginning to mess with her small body.

"You'll find that I am, quite literally, a blessing. Though perhaps I went a smidge too harsh. You're a tiny little thing, aren't you? I must admit, I've never actually seen a lower class. I'm usually left dealing with your counterparts."

It was her turn to roll her eyes at this. Though at his belittling of her ranking she felt a small spark of rage. She pushed the finger aside, hissing in pain as she weakly pointed up at the gargantuan glowing man.

"H-How dare you!? Fuck you-" She went to stand once more only to feel a shock in her wing, she yelped and let loose a pitiful whisper.

She did not miss the wince in the Angels features, as well as a hint of guilt. Guilt..for hurting a demon..hurting her? Carefully this time he brought his full hand, gently cupping behind her, only to stroke her wings in a soft and calming manner.

"Calm down, you need to stop fighting. The scorches are still wearing off."

She hated that she found herself leaning into the touch, sending a feeling of anxiety to coarse through her. It had only been five minutes and already this Angel was corrupting her mind as well as setting free butterflies that attacked her stomach.

"So..so you're not gonna kill me then?"

The Guardian fell still, his fingers freezing mid stroke.

"It's what must be done. It's what should be done, but you don't seem like a very real threat. So no..It goes against my inner judgement, but no. You will not perish today."

Luciel felt herself ease instantly with the news but met his eyes. They truly were a sight to behold.

"Thank you.."

A acknowledged this with another hesitant smile as he cocked his head, his long blond hair billowing over his shoulder.

"A Demon saying thank you? Lower classes must still posses manners then. But in any case, you're welcome."

She huffed "must you constantly mention my class? It's demeaning"

His head tilted further

"Curious little thing you are. I never knew Demons could feel insulted."

She turned her gaze away in embarrassment, fortifying her response without words, face turning red.

"Or to be oddly cute when angry."

She coughed at this and instantly facing down. His laugh bellowed around them as his hand shifted over her wings once more resuming their stroking, before he paused once more and set a huge finger beneath her chin, tilting her head upwards to meet his gaze.

"My name is Alistar"

He watched her expectedly as she cleared her throat baring her words, now impossibly soft, loosing their malice intent.

"Luciel"

His finger beneath her face left as it lay awaiting infront of her. Her face fell flat as realisation dawned, oh..a handshake.

She outstretched her arm, her hand falling on his finger tip, almost smaller than his nail. Unnerving to say the least.

"Y-you do realise I still have to do my job right, I can't just stop tormenting humans it's kinda what I'm assigned to do."

His eyes sharpened but only slightly, he sighed instead of sneering.

"You must do your duties and I must do mine. But I propose a bargain. You leave this human be, I've put enough work into keeping this place clean and keeping him alive. I don't condone it but as you must resume tormenting humans- from now it shall only be humans however, that show greed and evil. Rotten ideals. Seeing as demons don't care for humanity this shouldn't affect your work. Have at them. Leave the ones just trying to get by. Do this, and I promise to leave you be, as well as whenever we are together worklife shall go on pause. Do we have an understanding?"

She snapped her hand away from the finger with a raised brow meeting the golden eyes with suspicion

"Just what in all the layers of hell would make you think I would be insane enough to want to meet again?"

Alistar chuckled, his finger moving to twirl a lock of her hair, as he ruffled the rest, much to her dismay (which was met with an entertained grin.) The hand shifted as she got extremely close to his face making her freeze completely. He carefully placed her down on his shoulder and delighted in leaving her stranded, forcing her to sit as she could not yet fly.

"Because my little Demon, work can be awfully dull, and I am in need of some entertainment. A friend if you will."

Luciel felt her face flush, she didn't quite know what to say.. but his offer wasn't too..unappealing. But friendship of any sorts between their kind was forbidden, and if this Angel was willing to bend the rules he proved more interesting than the rest.

She'd take the gamble.

"You have a deal."

The ART. The ANGST 🤌🤌 I love this so much

Hand Held 1.2

What if Kristine made a scrambling run for it? Turning around, forcing herself up, her feet trying to gain traction. The urgent need to book it pumping through her.

The “Hand Held” series is loosely tied together, but can be enjoyed by itself. I have always enjoyed the challenge of trying to capture so many different emotions of that first touch/grab/pickup.

Is this massive hand belonging to a friend? Or to a foe? Or to your OC??? Once again I invite you to (SFW) interact and interpret freely. Comment, Reblog, draw, write, DM, I LOVED all the creativity from the previous post. Thank you for the fun! Much love G/T Community.

Here are links to …

Hand Held 1 (originally titled “Nearly Touching” back in 2011)

Hand Held 1.1

This is the best g/t angst you'll find on this app. The other chapters are so angsty too. I wish there was more stuff like this 😭 amazing stuff!!

Tiny best friend 4/?

First part:

Previous part:

!Warning!

Angst, mental health issues, being scared, panicking, non-consensual touch (not sexual), curse words

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Lucas was panicking. On his knees, he moved a little closer to Jake, who was equally emotionally unstable and scared.

"Jake please don't go, i'm begging you" the boy was very afraid that what he was seeing was hallucinations or that Jake would run away. He didn't want to let either be true. He couldn't lose him again. He would never allow it.

"Jake please don't be afraid" he said in a trembling voice through tears "I would never.." he didn't trust himself not to hurt him but he couldn't live without him for even a day longer.

Meanwhile, Jake was fighting with himself. On the one hand, he was terrified, he didn't want to be here, he was afraid that Lucas would hurt him, and on the other, he saw his only friend in total disarray, he missed him for weeks and didn't want to leave him anymore. He didn't know what he was doing, but he let his heart carry him instead of choosing his mind. He took a hesitant step forward.

"I'm not going anywhere, big man" Jake said in a shaky voice but through a soft smile. Lucas approached him on all fours. Jake was doing his best not to panic and run away. Finally, after so many weeks, he had a chance to meet up with a friend and he didn't want to ruin it. Especially since he also had to help Lucas calm down.

"Jake, I missed you so much" the boy sobbed, placing his hands behind the borrower. Jake immediately tensed up. He couldn't handle being right next to a giant in the middle of a breakdown (so VERY unstable giant) blocking his escape route. Looking up at the shadow Lucas was casting over him, he remembered the words the boy had said the first (and last) time they talked about borrowers, before Lucas found out who Jake was. Jake felt really tiny, he was afraid, but he tried to trust his friend. When he looked at his face, which was filled with tears, he knew that Lucas needed him now. He knew he couldn't leave him like this and that he had to deal with the fear that was eating him up.

"It's okay, it was just a nightmare" he said in a shaky voice, trying to sound comforting. Lucas stared down at him, eyes red, sobbing softly.

"Jake, I'm really really sorry. I never meant to.. I would never hurt you! Why.. Why didn't you come back..." he cried again much louder until it was hard for him to breathe. It hurt Jake right to the heart. He hurt Lucas, not the other way around. He never wanted to do that. After all, they were brothers until recently. Lucas was the only one who cared about him and Jake left him anyway. Guess fear was stronger than love.

"I'm sorry, I.. I was just.. I was afraid. I didn't want to leave you like that but after what you said and how you acted I couldn't.. I'm sorry..." Jake was shaking with fear and shame. Tears began to form in his eyes.

"We're friends! How could you think I'd hurt you?!" Lucas squeaked, squeezing his fingers closer to Jake. Jake immediately reeled in fear. Lucas woke up from his anger.

"Jake.. I.. I'm so sorry.. I promise I'll never hurt you but I can't ever lose you again. Please understand this" he mumbled as he straightened his fingers and placed one against Jake's back and massaged it. The boy immediately panicked even more.

"Don't touch me, please" he begged in horror, trying to pull away from the giant fingers, but he had no ways to escape. He didn't understand what was happening. Lucas always kept his distance and asked if the touch was okay, but now even when he was begged not to do it, he didn't take his fingers away. Jake was afraid. He was fucking scared because Lucas had changed. He turned into someone... unstable. Unstable at best. Dangerous at worst.

"It's just me, Jake. Don't run away" Lucas said, calming down but wrapping his fingers around Jake. Jake panicked. He definitely didn't want that, and he wasn't prepared for it.

"L-Lucas!" he shouted "I'm scared! Please don't touch me!" Lucas's hand immidently stopped moving towards him and moved back a bit. "I'm not ready for touch, please give me some time, you're so.. huge and I..." Jake continued to panic.

"I don't want you to be afraid. I won't hurt you" Lucas was saying "But, I can never lose you again. Please relax and we'll do it slow."

"Slow? It? What are you talking about?!" Jake panicked as he looked at Lucas' face, which turned strangely sad and dark. Fucking dark like villans.

"We're going home, Jake." Lucas grinned scary. Jake had never seen that look on his face before. Lucas looked like a... killer. Like a psychopath. Like a monster getting his prey. Hell no. Jake panicked and struggled. What was he thinking to even get close to Lucas?! This was obviously a bad idea! Jake had no goddamn chance against the human, but the he gave him space and time.

"I don't want you to be scared. I want it to be as normal as possible. Please calm down and let's go home" Lucas said, smiling softly. Jake didn't feel better about it though. He knew something bad was about to happend and he didn't want to get to know what it was.

"Please, l-let me go Lucas" the borrower begged, but looking at the human's face, he knew there was nothing he could do. In the time they haven't seen each other, Lucas has lost his mind and has become erratic and dangerous. He was afraid that Lucas would hurt him. The first time they met like that it was different, Lucas acted strangely and was stunned by what he saw but he wasn't...aggressive. Now he wasn't aggressive either, but there was something terribly dangerous about him that could hurt Jake. It felt like aggression, but it wasn't quite. It was something different but just as powerful.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I won't hurt you?! Just trust me already! Why are you acting like this?!" Lucas began to scream, exploding into madness. "You left me alone with no explanation and never came back and now you're acting completely different! I don't recognize you! Give me back normal Jake! Give me back my brother!" he shouted, grabbing Jake with both hands and lifting him up. Jake burst into tears and began to struggle. Lucas' screams were way too loud for his tiny ears, and he was terrified. Suddenly his friend grabbed him up and squeezed him in his hands, shouting at him. Jake's heart was beating very fast and it was almost painfull. Tears flowed like a river. There was no Lucas in front of him, just some beast. The same one he woke up the first time he asked Lucas what he thought about borrowers and then he told how he killed one. This beast had just gone mad and woke up, now posing a threat to him. Lucas' huge hands pressed with hellish force against Jake's body as he cried and struggled to get out. He felt this might be his end. He felt something snap inside him.

"Please Lucas! I will do anything! We'll go back home! Please!" Jake screamed as his vision darkened and his breathing became ragged. Lucas killed him. Lucas would have killed him if when Jake stopped screaming, Lucas hadn't stopped shouting and squishing his body.

"Home.. we'll go home" mumbled Lucas looking at Jake, waking up from his madness. As soon as he realized what he had done, he stopped squishing Jake and panicked.

"Fuck! No, no, no! I didn't mean to, please Jake wake up! I didn't mean to! Jake! Jake!" Jake could barely hear Lucas' screams anymore, his eyes were too heavy and something in his chest was in the wrong place. He didn't know what was going on anymore. He lost consciousness. The last thing he heard was repeated over and over:

Home.

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Sorry, for not posting for so long, hope you guys enjoyed it!!❤️

Gradual Growing/shrinking

I very much love rapid growing/shrinking moments alot but we dont appericate the concept of gradual as much as we should.

I love the fear of rapid growing/shrinking and the shock and confusing of having to adjust but with rapid the person knows offically when its stopped (at least for the time)

with Gradual its less shocking but there's more uncertainty because if they keep waking up very day with more/less inches/feet at first itll be unnoticable and a bit weird but after they figure it out theres this dread of never knowing when its going to stop.

Will they shrink to the size of an ant or grow to the size of a building or worse? will it ever even stop at all?!

Turning Giant Panic

So we all know the scenes where a character turns into a giant and the freaks out. Usaully theres a part where the turning giant reachs out for help only to retrack because they realize how much bigger their hand/they are now. Usually when a person panics they arent thinking straight. Give me a person who is turning giant who is panic so badly that even tho they are so much bigger now the still reach out for someone anyone to help them.

Imagine them grabbing their friend/loved one even tho they're so small now and BEGGING them to do something anything to make it stop or to explain whats happening to them. The helplessness of both the turning giant not knowing what to do and not realizing how badly they are freaking everyone else out and the friend/loved one who cant do anything about what is happening to their now giant friend and is now freaking out to

Oh the Angst

Turned Giant W Acrophobia Turned Tiny W lack of Acrophobia

I feel like if someone randomly turned into a giant there brain wouldnt keep up with that. kinda like how after some surgery your brain still thinks your body is a certian way. So wouldnt a person turned giant brain not realize that they're just big now and thnk there height up?

Imagine this person gets turned into a giant (like giant giant not a minigiant) and tries to get up but they cant fully stand cus there brain is tell them they are being lifted into the air and are VERY heigh up now. espially if the now giant has a fear of heights there new size is just to much cus they feel like standing is like standing on edge of a cliff to them.

And for tinys it would probably feel like they are lying down and heigh places would feel normal to them and they could forget that the counter is a big drop to them

3 GT stories ideas

I want a story about a teenager is forced to take care of their younger siblings and something happens and they start slowly turning into a giant and it to be a metaphore for how it feels like they are growing up to quickly from stepping up to do more adult jobs for their siblings and the bigger they got the more they feel they're losing the possibity of a normal childhood.

I want a story of two friends who one keeps slowly growing and the other slowly shrinking and they have to race against time to fine a cure before they either get to big or to small which results in them having to help eachother out with new task from their changing sizes

I want a story where giant adopts a human and the human doesnt find their parent odd till they explore more of the world and realize that their parents size is unually to humans (bonus points if the human is still a kid when they hear about how humans feel about giants)

"I hope you understand what you're getting yourself into when siding this... thing, Tobias. You can't regret it later"

"I regret not doing it sooner"

I’m putting all my poor borrower oc’s through some angst >:]

Can’t say whoever’s pinning down this poor lass against the floor is making a great first impression.

They’ve scared the poor girl half to death!

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MMM ANGST I’ve been in an angst mood lately and these two also work extremely well with angst especially since the idea of their first meeting has been in my mind for a while

Been thinking of making a short story for them as well but we shall see