#Bone G/T

[2194teddy]

I would like a Bone x Hilda AU where Fone Bone is a Tiny Elf Bone like Alfur. He would be so cute!

[vorekody]

FINALLY done with this, a concept of the storage and digestive dolphin pred guts (-the thing that inspired me to make Alon in the first place shsjh)

Anyways I feel like it's usually the first stomach that's safe in mer/naga/centaur vore so I wanted to change it up a little bit.

Also felt like it made a bit more sense for Alon's bigger stomach to be for storing stuff yk?

This does make it so they can only digest one person at a time because of the lack of room in their first stomach, but I really like it that way I think, gotta wait ur turn.

[so-very-small]

the giant, looking for the tiny: Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.

the tiny, popping out of their hiding spot: sorry, did you say bread?

the giant: ….yes?

tiny: how does that work? I can’t imagine powdered bone would be an apt flour substitute, you’re going to get absolutely no gluten structure in your dough if you solely use bone. maybe using yeast or a sourdough starter will help, but without kneading flour in to make gluten, your bread will have no structure. not to mention how gritty it would be, the texture would be entirely off

giant: uh

tiny: and how would this affect your leveling? did you do the math? is this a yeast based dough? bones are porus, are you adjusting your hydration percentages so it counterbalances the inherent lack of moisture?

giant: dude.

tiny: and besides, I’m, what, the size of your pinky? how much bread would I realistically make? I’d only make up a cracker at best. a gritty, nastyass cracker.

giant: FINE. YOU WIN. PLEASE LEAVE MY HOME.

[thefanciestborrower]

This was supposed to be for vore day but I’m lazy so here it is nearly a month late lmao. Anyways Vulcan innards are so fun to draw help

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Caught

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content: whump, g/t, tiny whump, trapped under rubble, crushed limbs, begging, fear, broken bones

Whumpmas in July Day 12: Caught GT July Day 13: Betwixt Whumperless Whump Day 12: Trapped under rubble / I can't move my legs

combining three different creation events for this one!! since i'm posting this to both my accounts, for non-g/t people who don't know, borrowers are a species of tiny people who secretly live in humans' houses and survive by stealing bits of food and supplies.

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It had to be someone, eventually.

Cotton just barely kept himself from crying out as the pile of books he’d been climbing toppled over. He tried to grab at his grappling hook, but it was slack. The lack of resistance sent blood rushing through his ears as he fell.

He hit the ground first, and it wasn’t a good thing. The impact was bad enough from a few feet up, but borrowers were sturdy, and he had enough reserves to make it until his family’s next visit. But he certainly wasn’t sturdy enough for what came next.

The tower fell the same way he did, burying him in literature. A hardcover landed harshly on his legs, pinning him to the floor with a crunch he could no longer keep quiet through. Cotton wailed, but more books kept falling, burying him in a dark tomb he was helpless to escape from.

When the only sound that remained was his own crying, Cotton realized that he was still alive.

He tried to wiggle out, but he was utterly caught between the books and the floor, and he couldn’t move his legs. Every time he even tried to drag himself out by the arms, it sent a new wave of agony through him so bad that he had to stop.

Cotton laid there under the rubble and wept, until the worst of the pain subsided and he couldn’t feel his legs at all.

He tried again now that he could bear to, but it was useless. He wasn’t strong enough. A single book was twice his height, and he was buried under countless.

Which meant the human would find him.

The human would get home, see their books strewn about, and find him as they cleaned up. Whether they realized he was aiming to steal away food from their desk or not, they would find him. And he’d be powerless to stop… whatever they decided to do with him. Even more powerless than usual.

He couldn’t be seen. He couldn’t. Mom and Dad and his little siblings lived in the apartment right next door, and it wouldn’t take a human long to start to question where he came from. Every borrower would be in danger if he was found. But Mom and Dad weren’t visiting until next week, and the human would be home today.

It was hours before he heard footsteps, the telltale click of the front door’s lock. Cotton’s heart hammered in his chest.

“Shit,” the human–Özdal, that was their name–muttered, increasingly-loud steps booming over. “I really need to get another bookshelf.”

This was it. He could either make himself known, or wait to be found.

“H-help.”

Özdal froze. “Who said that?”

Cotton shuddered. “Please help. Under the–the books.”

There was only a moment’s hesitation before he heard shuffling up top, books being lifted. “Yeah! Yeah. Holy shit.”

More and more were lifted, the suffocating darkness giving way to the warm light of the apartment and removing the weight on his legs. An enormous figure loomed above him: he’d never been this close to a human before. He wasn’t supposed to ever be this close to a human.

“Oh my god.” Özdal staggered back, a hand over their mouth.

Cotton whimpered. He tried dragging himself away, slow and agonized against the floor.

“No! Don’t, oh my god, don’t move.” Özdal quickly knelt down before him, blocking his path with a massive hand that just barely missed touching him.

“Sorry!” Cotton cried, squeezing his eyes shut.

Özdal seemed to realize they were scaring him, and the hand was gone when Cotton dared to open his eyes. “I’m the one who’s sorry! Your legs! What happened? What are you? What were you doing here? Are you o–I mean, obviously you’re not okay.” The human had tears in their eyes.

“I was climbing, please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry.” Cotton kept his voice quiet, hoping maybe Özdal wouldn’t hear.

“I won’t hurt you!” Özdal’s hands went up again. Cotton would have flinched if he could really move at all. “You need… a doctor. Like an emergency room. I’m not, uh, I can’t help with this.”

No no no no no. This was all going so wrong. More humans, more eyes on him. He was going to be the one to expose borrowers, an entire existence of safe secrecy down the drain. Who knew how many lives would be uprooted, captured, ended, all because of him?

“No! It’s fine! I’ve been injured before, I can handle it, don’t take me to anyone!” Cotton insisted.

Özdal said nothing for a moment. They pulled a ‘phone’, a device a little taller than him out of their pocket, pointed it at him, then turned it around.

Cotton was there on the screen, like a mirror stalled in time. His top half was mostly normal, if not for some bruising, but everything after that was… wrong. His legs were hardly recognizable, smears of blood and bone that he could hardly believe were attached to him.

“I gotta take you to a doctor,” Özdal said softly.

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll… handle it somehow.” Even if he died, he couldn’t go. It would mean the end of life as they know it for every borrower. “Remove that image. Please.”

“Okay.” They still used that gentle, soft voice, like they were talking to some kind of scared, infant animal. Cotton didn’t like it. Özdal showed him as they tapped a little icon shaped like a trash bin, and the image disappeared. “But I still have to take you to the doctor.”

“No. You don’t understand,” Cotton pleaded.

Özdal looked down at him in all-too-obvious pity, then left the room. Cotton tried to drag himself, but he could barely make it a couple inches before Özdal returned. They carried a rubber spatula in one hand, and a woven basket emblazoned with HAPPY EASTER! and lined with a washcloth in the other.

“Listen. I dunno what you are or why you’re here, but I’m not gonna just sit here and watch you die because I was too lazy to clean my room, okay? I’m sorry. I, uh, really hope this doesn’t hurt.”

“No!” Cotton protested, but he could do nothing as Özdal carefully slid the spatula under him. He screamed as it jostled the only part of his legs he could feel, his upper thighs, eliciting a frantic sorry, sorry! from Özdal.

And then he was lifted.

Cotton clung to the spatula for dear life, gasping as the floor fell out from under him and he plunged up into the open air. Just as fast, he was deposited into the basket.

“Here.” Özdal reached in and folded the washcloth over him, enveloping him in softness. “Just try and, um, rest, okay? We’ll be there soon.”

“No,” Cotton repeated, but it was hollow. He knew it was hopeless at this point. Nothing he said made any difference, and there was nothing he could do to make the human just listen to him. Not without telling them about borrowers, about his family, and that would only put everyone else in even more danger.

��zdal carried him out to their car. Cotton had only seen them from a distance before, terrifying, monstrous things. He never thought he’d end up inside one. It stank of oil and shook like thunder, but Özdal wasn’t deterred.

When the shaking finally stopped, they picked up the basket again. Cotton pulled the washcloth over his head as soon as he saw: humans were everywhere. They would all see him.

He felt the basket being placed down on something.

“Hi, I’m here with an emergency!” Özdal shouted.

They lifted the folded portion of the washcloth.

Cotton stared up, wide-eyed, at the bright-white room. There were more humans than he’d ever seen, and before he could even try to hide, several were already staring right back.

A couple of them pointed their phones at him, just like Özdal had.

Dread solidified in his gut.

“Oh no,” he whispered, finally passing out.

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[painsandconfusion]

Could you write a g/t [giant/tiny] gorey whump scene? Maybe something with crushed bones? Pweeeeaasseeeeeee?? 🥺

Of course!

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Just a Pinch

(tw: giant/tiny, broken bones, crushed bones, dislocation, caught stealing)

Whumpee clamped a hand over their mouth, stifling the heavy wet breaths that shoved in and out of them in a desperate ache. They kept their back to the table leg, hoping the monster of a thing tromping around the room wouldn’t see them from this angle. 

They shifted minutely as the giant moved, tracking their footsteps and shuffling to the side.

“Where are you hiding, little pest?” rumbled the voice. It was so deep. It made sense it would be. Sound reverberates deeper in a larger throat. But. but it was so unnatural, grinding against Whumpee’s little ears.

The monster stopped making sound. Stopped walking. Stopped breathing. Stopped speaking. Whumpee trembled, holding completely still. Their lungs screamed for air they refused to give. They wouldn’t bring it in silently. They couldn’t. They’d be foun-

They sucked in a gasp of air only to scream it out again as a hand slapped down around the table leg, crushing them against it and shoving the rest of the air from their lungs.

Pain crochet down their spine and one of their legs, immediately turning to a searing wrongness as fingers curled and scrambled around them to trap them in completely. Whumpee managed to wrestle one arm free of the grip before it closed completely, but flailing to try to beat the hand away from them, but it did no good. The giant hoisted them up high regardless, twisting and turning them to look them over.

“Aha-! Not as quick as you think you are, huh~?”

Whumpee squirmed as agony traveled up their femur. “Yy-yyyou broke m-”

“Oh nooooo, did I hurt you, little thief~?” The grip tightened, forcing wheezing air from their chest yet again.

Whumpee’s one arm shoved and battered against a knuckle, but it didn’t give. Not even a bit.

“How about that, huh? You stopped screaming, so this is probably better, yeah?”

Whumpee gasped for air, breaths impossibly shallows in their panic and confines. Their head shook back and forth.

“No? Maybe a little more, then-”

Something popped. Something popped. Then something else snapped.

Their ribs exploded in pain, crushed under the giant’s grip and splintering toward their lungs. Tears streaked hot down their face and neck as they tried to squirm free, but it was useless. Pain ripped through them like a wildfire takes a desolate field of dry grass. Rapid, formless, and all-consuming in its hunger.

“There we go. That seems like enough.” Whumper gave them one more squeeze before dropping them down to the ground. “Stay out of the cupboards next time, pest.”

Whumpee wheezed and gasped for breath, trying to shove themself up to hands and knees. Their shoulder gave out, hanging wrong and strange.

“Get out of my kitchen,” the giant huffed, kicking them half across the floor in a flurry of tumbling hits.

Fear alone made it possible for them to shunt their broken and screaming body to the little crack in the wall, pulling themself inside it and into safety.

Then whumpee collapsed to the dusty floor within the wall, trembling so hard they could feel the bones’ edges grinding together. Their eyes blurred, falling out of focus as they heard the footsteps blessedly retreating to a different part of the house.

Someone would find them.

Someone would come by and find them.

They just had to wait.

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[2194teddy]

So Cute. Also, could you draw Phone Bone as a Giant?

Any ideas for a Giant Fone Bone AU? Love him lots.

I thought you would never ask!

Soooo, basically the story would be pretty much the same, but once he ends up in the valley, he’s like, 40-60 ft estimated.

The rat creatures would definitely have a little problem trying to drag him back… and not just because of the dragon, although the dragon would stop their attempt halfway.

“I thought dragons were… bigger?” “Well, to be fair, anything would look small compared to a fifty foot newcomer.” “WHAT?!” “Not so loud. You might cause a rockslide.”

He wouldn’t have a problem leaving, but he’d rather stay and make sure that his cousins were safe.

The meeting with Thorn would be a little different. Fone Bone would be terrified of the fact that he could hurt her, but Thorn wouldn’t be shaken in the slightest.

…and that’s all that I can come up with so far 😅

[teal-fiend]

giant pred who's bad at packing lunch or planning meals. so they often resort to secretly scarfing down tinies that they come across during their day.

they feel bad about it, and they know they probably shouldn't be doing this, for moral reasons, but it's just so convenient.

It only takes a few seconds to grab a small person, and swallow them down, and then the giant's hunger is sorted for the next few hours at least - tinies are very filling, and quite nutritious as well, especially when you eat the entire body. The bones are soft and small enough to digest. and with all the organs and such, they're a great source of protein.

it's a bit precarious though, because it would be very embarrassing to get caught. Eating tinies? it's just not something that's seen as okay to do. so the giant should probably make a meal plan or something, and stop snacking on tinies instead.

[gullivertravelstowonderland]

Hey theoretically if you were an outdoor borrower with a bug farm in Central Florida what would you make a harpoon out of so it can be shot out of one of these things?

So its like... around toothpick size and it has to have a barbed tip so it latches into the target like a normal harpoon, preferably out of something natural but I'm not opposed to other options

No specific reason tho.

[haellen-o]

"My teeth? What about them?" "Show you them?... Uh... Okay?"

[nombitenary]

Digestion ending for @cicada-sized’s Ozzy (under the cut!)

Looks like he was a little too tasty to let go… but don’t worry! Chris looks like he’s found him a lovely place to rest, all sealed up from the world and the light… trapped within seeming miles of digestive tract…

…maybe you should be a little worried, come to think.

[tinycoded360]

Future Ghost Chapter 9 and bonus chapter

The bonus chapter, A what if? Not tied to the main part of the story. Just a side plot bunny. What if Danny shrank while hiding from doctor mccoy. (If you're confused on context I suggest reading the main story hehe)

Danny ducked under a table in the mess hall, his heart pounding. He focused his energy and felt the tingling sensation wash over him as he turned invisible.

"Lieutenant McDonnell, Ensigns," a gruff voice greeted. Danny's stomach dropped. McCoy. "Any of you seen Ensign Fenton around? The computer says he's here, but I'll be damned if I can spot him."

Danny held his breath, willing himself to stay still and silent. He saw Kas's black Andorian eyes flick over to his hiding spot before darting back to McCoy. Her antennae twitched.

"Well?" McCoy pressed, folding his arms. "Out with it."

Kas shifted in her seat, her antennae twitching. "I..." She hesitated, her loyalty to Danny warring with her duty to her superior. "I think I saw him over there, sir." She pointed, her blue finger trembling slightly.

McCoy's eyebrow arched. "Under the table?"

Kas nodded, mouthing a silent apology in Danny's direction.

Danny's invisibility faltered as panic surged through him. He had to get out of here before-

"Fenton!" McCoy barked, striding over. His footsteps echoed like thunder. "I know you're under there. Come out this instant or so, help me. Your physical will be hell. That's an order, Ensign!"

Danny squeezed his eyes shut, trembling. Maybe if he just stayed quiet, McCoy would think Kas was mistaken and leave. He couldn't face the doctor, couldn't risk him discovering his secret.

Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through Danny's core, stealing his breath. He clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling a cry. It felt like his insides were twisting, rearranging. Pressure built in his skull until stars burst behind his eyelids.

What was happening to him? Was this some new development with his ghost powers? Danny fought to breathe through the agony, to stay quiet and hidden.

Then, between one blink and the next, the world shifted. The table loomed larger, his clothes billowing around him like a collapsing tent. Danny tumbled into folds of fabric as a wave of dizziness crashed over him.

Footsteps approached again, slower this time. Measured. The hairs on Danny's neck prickled with dread.

"Guess Fenton skedaddled," McCoy drawled, his voice a dangerous rumble. "Left quite a mess though. Mighty suspicious, abandoning his uniform like this."

Danny froze, heart rabbiting in his chest. He was hidden in the shirt, but for how long? If McCoy found him like this...

"Maybe we should leave it alone," Daryl interjected anxiously. "The kid'll come 'round when he's ready."

 Danny held his breath, not daring to move a muscle. The doctor had stopped right beside the pile of clothes, right beside Danny's pitiful hiding spot.

"Well now," McCoy murmured, so softly Danny almost didn't hear. "What do we have here?"

McCoy's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, caught the slightest of tremors beneath the abandoned shirt. His hand, steady from years of medical practice, reached down and scooped up the fabric, feeling the unexpected weight of a small, quivering mass inside. He set the uniform back down and peeled away the top shirt.

Mccoy let out a gasp as he peered within the folds of the garment. There, amidst the sea of cloth, lay Ensign Fenton—or rather, an astonishingly diminutive version of him—curled into a fetal position, his tiny chest heaving with rapid breaths.

McCoy's colossal face loomed above, eyes widening in shock as they fixed on Danny's quivering frame. "Sweet Jesus," he breathed.

Danny cowered, awash in primordial terror. It was like facing down a skyscraper with eyes ready to crush him underfoot. His throat closed up, heart stuttering.

"Is that... Ensign Fenton?" Daryl gasped, equally flabbergasted. "Doc, he's no bigger than my thumb!"

"I can see that," McCoy snapped. "Step back, Lieutenant," McCoy ordered without looking up, using his hand to gently usher Daryl away. "This is a medical emergency."

The giant reached for him again, and Danny scrambled back with a yelp, nearly tripping over the red fabric. But there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. McCoy's fingers closed around him with shocking gentleness, lifting Danny up until he dangled at eye level.

"P-please," Danny stammered, voice nearly inaudible to his own ears. "Don't- I can't-"

"Easy, kid," McCoy soothed. He shifted his grip, cupping Danny in his palms like he was made of glass. "I gotcha. You're safe now."

Safe? Danny almost laughed. Nothing about this was safe! He was completely helpless, dependent on the mercy of an irritable giant.

But as McCoy shifted the shirt to swaddle him like an infant, careful not to smother, a treacherous spark of comfort bloomed in Danny's chest. The steady thrum of McCoy's heartbeat pulsed through the thin cotton, and the doctor's firm hold promised protection, not harm.

"Don't you worry, Ensign," McCoy declared. "We'll get you sorted out." He tucked Danny against his chest, shielding him from prying eyes. "Should've come to me straight away 'stead of pulling a vanishing act. Lord knows what caused this, but I'll get to the bottom of it."  To any passerby, it would appear that McCoy was simply holding a balled-up uniform,

As McCoy strode away, muttering under his breath about transporter malfunctions and alien viruses, Danny finally let himself relax minutely into the unexpected sanctuary of the doctor's hands. The fear remained, pulsing beneath his skin with every rabbit-quick beat of his heart.

The swaying motion ceased abruptly, jolting Danny from his daze. The cloth covering him was pulled away.

Danny gasped as he was lowered onto the cold, hard surface. He stumbled back,

This was worse than any nightmare. Danny was no bigger than three inches tall, a tiny speck compared to the enormous doctor. Dr. McCoy's face loomed above him, impossibly vast and furrowed with concern. Danny froze, terror seizing his lungs in an icy vice.

Panic seized him, and he bolted without thinking, his tiny legs pumping furiously across the vast expanse of the table. He didn't get far before a gigantic hand suddenly blocked his path. Fingers the size of columns curled around him, scooping him up before he could react.

Danny thrashed, wild with fear. "Let me go!" he cried, voice shrill and pathetic to his own ears. "I can't-- I don't--"

"Easy there, kid," Dr. McCoy rumbled, his deep voice booming around Danny.

Danny's heart pounded against his ribs as the fingers curled around him, trapping him in an inescapable grip. He was brought up close to Dr. McCoy's face, the giant blue eyes boring into him.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the doctor continued in a softer tone. "Just try and stay calm. I need to make sure you're not injured."

Danny shrank back against the warm skin. It was hard not to panic while being held prisoner in a giant's hand.

Dr. McCoy sighed, his breath ruffling Danny's hair. "I know this is scary, but I promise I'll be careful." His voice dropped into the gentle, soothing tone he used with frightened children.

Despite his fear, Danny felt himself relaxing slightly, lulled by the doctor's calm demeanor.

Danny took a shuddering breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Dr. McCoy's hand shifted, his fingers curling to form a protective cradle around Danny's tiny body. The doctor's skin was warm, the steady beat of his pulse thrumming through his fingertips.

Danny pressed back into the doctor's palm and focused on what was around him. He could hear the doctor's strong heartbeat and slow, deep breathing. Gradually, Danny's own breathing synced, his panic subsiding.

"There you go," Dr. McCoy murmured. "Just try and relax. I've got you."

"Alright, let's get you more decent," Dr. McCoy grumbled. McCoy gently set Danny down and replicated a tiny medical gown for him to change into.

McCoy gently deposited Danny onto the biobed, the cushioned surface feeling more like a vast expanse beneath his diminutive form. The doctor loomed above him, tricorder in hand, scanning Danny with a concentrated furrow in his brow.

*This is so weird,* Danny thought, shifting uncomfortably under the intense scrutiny. *I feel like a bug under a microscope.*

"Hold still," McCoy instructed his voice a deep rumble from Danny's perspective. "I'm trying to get a clear reading on your vitals."

Danny obliged, his body tensing as he fought the urge to fidget. The whirring of the tricorder filled his ears, the sound amplified by his heightened senses.

After what felt like an eternity, McCoy pulled back, studying the readouts with a critical eye. "Your heart rate is elevated," he noted, concern lacing his tone. "And I'm detecting some unusual energy fluctuations around your chest area."

Danny's hand instinctively flew to his chest, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the tiny gown.

"It's... it's complicated," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not... I'm not exactly..."

McCoy's gaze snapped back to Danny, his eyes narrowed. "Not exactly what, Ensign?" he demanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Danny swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He'd kept this secret for so long, But now, faced with the piercing stare of his doctor, he found the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

"I'm not exactly human," he blurted, his voice cracking on the last word. "I'm... I'm half ghost."

McCoy blinked, his expression unreadable. "Half ghost," he repeated slowly as if testing the words on his tongue. "Care to explain what exactly that means, Ensign?"

Danny took a deep, steadying breath, gathering his courage. "I'm... I'm a halfa," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Half human, half ghost. It happened in an accident back home. I was... I was inside my parents' ghost portal when it turned on."

McCoy's eyebrows shot up, his expression a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "A ghost portal?"

Danny nodded. "Yeah. It infused my DNA with ectoplasm. But I'm still alive, still human in a lot of ways."

McCoy hummed thoughtfully, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of this new information. "By all medical standards, you're very much alive. Your heart beats, your lungs breathe, and your cells divide and regenerate.

Danny hunched his shoulders. "I'm still a freak, though."

"Listen, Danny," McCoy said, his tone firm but understanding. "In my line of work, 'freaky' is a relative term. We don't turn our backs on each other over... biological oddities."

"The Ghost Zone, where ghosts live... they're not traditional spirits," Danny continued. "More like energy beings from another dimension."

"Energy life forms, huh?" McCoy mulled over the information. "That's not unheard of. There's a whole universe of strange out there, kid. You're not alone in being different."

Danny tensed, his heart hammering in his chest. "So... so you don't think I'm a freak? Some kind of... of abomination?"

Danny gave a small yelp as the doctor scooped him up. "Absolutely not," McCoy said firmly. Mccoy raised the tiny ensign level with his eyes. “And I don’t want to hear you talking about yourself that way, ya?”

McCoy placed a fingertip under Danny's chin, tilting his head back to meet his tiny eyes. “Does being half-ghost give you any extra abilities?”

Danny pulled away from the giant finger, drawing his knees to his chest. His voice was tinged with embarrassment as he whispered, "I can do a bunch of things... like turning invisible."

"Is that so?" McCoy's eyes narrowed, a stern glance cast upon the diminutive figure. He exhaled sharply, the warm gust rippling across Danny's tiny form. "You little brat... I suppose that's how you've managed to dodge me?"

"Maybe," Danny muttered, avoiding eye contact.

"Can you demonstrate it now?" McCoy's tone was a mix of curiosity and irritation.

Swallowing hard, Danny focused on the ability that once came effortlessly. He closed his eyes, willing himself to vanish, but instead, his body flickered like a faulty light bulb. A sharp jolt of pain shot through him, causing him to gasp and wince.

"Hey, steady there." McCoy's large fingers provided a stabilizing presence. "That doesn't look normal. Where does it hurt?"

Danny feebly pushed at the finger supporting him, his breathing coming in short, rapid bursts. "That's not normal," he managed to say, his voice strained with pain. "The pain... it's coming from my core."

"Your core?" The doctor's voice was laced with concern and intrigue. "What exactly is this core of yours?"

"It's... well, it's like a ghost heart, sort of," Danny stammered, sensing McCoy's genuine interest but feeling vulnerable disclosing something so integral. "It's what makes me, me—like DNA, for ghosts."

McCoy's eyebrow arched skeptically as he peered down at the minuscule figure in his hand. "That's quite the vague description for something so vital," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through Danny's tiny frame.

"Because it's private," Danny snapped back, a defensive edge to his voice. "In my world, you don't just go around telling people about your core. It's... personal."

"Son, when you're sitting in the palm of a doctor, 'personal' becomes a matter of health." McCoy leaned closer, his gaze inspecting.

Danny squirmed uncomfortably, feeling vulnerable under the doctor's scrutinizing eyes. The warmth of McCoy's hand was a strange comfort, but the bigness of everything else made him feel exposed, like a specimen under a microscope.

"Look, I really shouldn't—" He started before a sudden shift in McCoy's grip interrupted him.

The large fingers curled gently, coaxing Danny into a seated position within the cavernous curve of the doctor's grasp. Lifted slightly, he found himself level with McCoy's piercing blue eyes. The doctor's face, usually stern or scowling, now held a softer expression, one that beckoned trust.

"Ensign Fenton," McCoy's voice rumbled, "do you want to be part of this crew?"

"Of course I do," Danny answered quickly, his voice barely more than a whisper. The earnestness in his eyes spoke volumes about his desire to belong.

"Then trust has to go both ways," McCoy continued his tone firm but not unkind. "I can't help you if you keep me in the dark. And believe me, kid, I want to help."

Danny took a deep breath. "Well, I'm not sure if you'll even be able to detect my core like this. In my human form, it's located right under my heart."

He shifted again, acutely aware of how vulnerable he was. "When I'm like this, my powers get kind of wonky. I'm not sure I can even go ghost right now. The last time I shrank, it really messed me up."

He tilted his head, scrutinizing Danny closely. "Well, for now, just try to stay calm. We'll run some tests and see if we can get you back to normal."

Danny nodded, though anxiety still twisted in his gut. He knew the tests were necessary, but the idea of being prodded and scanned in his weakened state did not thrill him.

McCoy's eyes narrowed as a thought occurred to him.

"Hold on now...you said, 'last time you shrank.' Are you telling me this has happened to you before?"

Danny winced. He had not meant to let that slip.

"Uh, yeah," he admitted. "A few times, actually."

McCoy looked incredulous. "A few times?!"

He dragged a hand down his face in exasperation. "Kid, you've got a lot more explaining to do. How the blazes does someone get shrunk 'a few times?'"

Danny squirmed under the doctor's intense stare. "Well, you see...”

[keydekyie]

a man regretting his life decisions

[so-very-small]

there is nothing that feels more isolating and hauntingly lonely than being into a fandom that has no G/t content and none of your fandom friends are into g/t and none of your g/t mutuals have even heard of the fandom. it’s like i’m the last member of a near extinct species. i’m drifting alone on a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean. no one is here. no one can hear me scream. i’m just screaming about g/t gays but still.

[thefanciestborrower]

Another n.injago mer doodle before the month ends! Did a little more fleshing out of my little au in this one. Initially I planned for Lloyd to be a sea serpent, but decided to scrap that and made him a human instead lol. He does a lot of cold water dives with the guys and sometimes Zane has to eat him to keep him from getting hypothermia

Jay is jealous

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Anybody remember Big Bones? Hehe ye, sort of said screw it and drew this cause I had reread it at the time.