#anywho. tada

[syncrovoid-presents]

Chapter 15 - The Consequence of Imagination's Fear

Hello all! I have finally released the next chapter of The Consequence of Imagination's Fear. It's almost twice as long as some of the other chapters haha. Please enjoy!! @:D

[leafyisgreennotblue]

Little wip for something I’m working on. I thought this was a really funny bit but anywho tada!

[fiyaerrigan]

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❓️(Mystery/Surprise Fic! probably rated M) (more specifics to be revealed)

@dreaming-marchling

Have a little bit of Buck Having a Time™ in the hospital. It's not nearly whumpy enough to meet my "put blorbo in a jar and shake vigorously" sensibilities, but here you go!

(⚠CONTENT WARNING⚠ for medical setting, implied shitty behavior and referenced trauma)

Buck had gotten used to hospitals—both from time on the job and personal experience. He was accustomed to their weird sterile smells and rotating menageries of staff: from doctors who showed up once in a blue moon, to nurses who were way too comfortable in his personal space, to doctors and nurses and the occasional lab tech who were somehow relatable because they too were running on two hours’ sleep and fifteen hours’ wakefulness; Buck had seen everything E.R. chaos had to offer. Or at least he thought he had, until Doctor Fitzsimmons returned with somebody else. The sight of yet another lab coat piqued Buck’s interest—what could be going on that they needed to bring a whole new doctor in the mix? To someone else, the sight of two doctors striding in the room with absolutely no preamble might have been cause for concern. For Buck, though, it was different. He was practically a seasoned vet when it came to medical settings and scary experiences. He’d learned long ago—maybe somewhere between the first broken arm and the sixth hour spent waiting for his parents—to replace any fear he felt with curiosity, just for the sake of making it through his visit. So Buck was curious, then, that a new doctor had tagged along. He was curious when Fitzsimmons shared a glance with said doctor and scurried past her like he swallowed something bad and the computer was a trashcan from heaven. He was curious when he began clicking around at various windows and continued to look constipated, all without looking Buck’s way for even a second. Eddie coughed loudly. “You know, I wasn’t expecting company,” Buck said, trying for nonchalance. He shot his most winning grin in Fitzsimmons’ direction. “Lemme guess: you saw I brought my friend and got jealous. No worries, Doc.” Here, he laughed, hoping to come off easygoing as he leaned back on the hospital bed— “I totally understand.”

Anywho *throws confetti* ...tada?

If you aren't @dreaming-marchling that means I haven't relentlessly harassed messaged you about this fic and you only know the stuff I've mentioned in descriptions, but *puts on Oliver Stark hat* here's some more vagueness I can throw your way: this fic features one of BT fandom's post-8x06 fixations! (see tags)

I can't control what people choose to read on the internet, but it *WILL* also focus on several heavy topics that aren't suited for young readers, so 🤷 if that applies to you, please for the love of god don't read?

With that in mind, if that doesn't apply to you and you want to be put on a tag list for this fic, let me know by dropping a like! Always happy to hear any thoughts people might have, including constructive criticism! If you want to say anything at all, use the reply box to your heart's content <3

[lightofunova]

(@idolmelodies) Magpie approaches Reshi with a bright grin on her face, chirping out a mirthful greeting when she stops in front of her. Her hands are held behind her back and she rocks on her feet, barely giving any time for a greeting in return.

"Howdy! We met at the Gala, yes? Though I don't remember exchanging names-- sorry, I tend to forget to do that. You can call me Magpie!" she starts, "Anywho, I want to thank you for hosting this sleepover! It's been a very enjoyable experience so far. And I also want to give you this!"

Gently grabbing one of Reshi's hands to turn it palm up, Magpie drops a bracelet into it, the peice of jewelry landing with a satisfying clink.

"Tada!! It's a friendship bracelet! I made this one back at home, but hopefully that doesn't disappoint you!" She points to the pale circular beads, rolling one against Reshi's hand absent-mindedly. "I had gotten real pearl beads to craft yours and I didn't want to lose them before getting here."

She finally lets Reshi's hand go, bringing her own together neatly in front of her. "I hope you like it! I chose to use the sunflower charm because it reminded me of you! Fitting, no?"

She easily recognized the small meloetta, vividly reminiscing on their brief encounter at the gala. Reshi wiped her eyes, trying hard not to let her emotions spill over, a laugh escaping her in a clumsy fashion.

“Gosh, I-…I don’t know what to say…” She started once more, slipping the bracelet onto her hand. The pearls shimmered brightly in the moonlight. “You’re craftmanship knows no bounds…” Admiring the small minerals for a moment, a soft smile crept onto her face. She needed to return the favor.

A hot white flame burst in her palms, flittering away into sparks to reveal a gold etched bracelet with pastel porcelain adornments embedded within the metal. Placing the bracelet into Magpie’s hands, she gave her a warm grin.

“I might not have made this myself, however I do hope that it represents a new friendship between us.” She added.

[shalomniscient]

psst sev!!…..guess who *drumroll* TADA ITS 🕯️ ANON!

but fr tysm for being so quick with my asks/req sjahag and honestly you lowk inspired me to start writing again LMAO so ty for that <3 but dw you’ll be seeing more of me soon!

OMGGG HELLO !! HI !!! GREETINGS !!!! THE PRESIDENT OF DEREN NATION !!!!! im so honored u feel comfortable enough to come off anon AND that EYE inspired u to start writing again 🥺🥺🥺 like that’s SAUR crazy considering 75% of my work is deranged hornyposting LAHGDSKKSKSJD

anywho glad to have u here !! i’ll be looking forward to your works when they drop <333

[jestersdlc]

...I really need to figure out how to write stuff in the description for copyrights....idk how >_<

Anywho...

TADA

A silly lil StarBoy Au animatic!!!! Cause seemed fun :3

[revenantghost]

Tada kitties again! I wasn’t actually gonna go into the shelter today since I had a doctors appointment but they rescheduled it out from under me an hour before and didn’t tell me :/

Anywho Jasper was super in love with the sound of rain hitting the window he was in and posed for some very nice photos and I actually didn’t get the one at the bottoms name but she’s super cute and sweet!

BOOOOO I hate when doctors do that, how dar ):< But I am ALWAYS stoked to see kitties!!! OH MY GOODNESS WHAT BEAUTIFUL BABIES!!!!!! They look so lovely and softe... I want to touch

In return, I have a Jasper too!!! He is a weird little cuddly himbo with no brain cells and I love him; we mostly call him Jaz/Jazzy :3

[chickensoupleg]

Beachbeachbeachbeach.

Got a brainworm, and that one post about Childhood Friend Harringrove did NOT help kill it. Nurturing little seed-

Anywho.

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Mom was in the condo. That’s where she usually hung out when she wasn’t up to playing on the beach with him, always just by the window to keep watch. She was a good mother, after all. The best.

Billy liked to wave and say hi to her when he remembered she was in reach. He knows she’ll come running if anything unscrupulous came for him. Billy liked to think he was the smartest and strongest 8 year old though, because no other 8 year old could ride the waves like he could.

Right now the ocean was sleeping, drifting and rocking gently. There’s no waves for Billy to ride, so he’s sitting in his blue swim shorts with a bucket between his legs. He’s sifting out the sand to get the soft sand, without all the small rocks interrupting it and making it funny. He loves the soft sand between his fingers, petting and squishing it like it was dough. Later, he’ll wander along and see if he can find any seashells for his mom. Once he found a really big one, and she told him if he put his ear up to it, he’d hear the ocean.

Billy’s mom was so smart for that, because he really could hear the ocean. But the ocean was always right there, always in reach. He loved it.

“ What are you doing?” A new voice says to his left. Billy looks up, past spotted tan legs and yellow swim shorts. A brown haired boy stares down at him, holding a bucket with a shovel shoved in it to his chest.

“ I’m making the sand soft. You wanna touch?” He holds up his bucket to the boy, who moves his equally as yellow bucket to one arm in order to put his hand inside the bucket. Doe eyes widen, a soft gasp coming from the other boy’s lips.

“ Woah, you’re right! That is soft! How’d you do that?” The boy sits down right by him, Billy grinning and grabbing the sifting tool by his side.

“ Watch!” He shoves the tool shaped like a crab into the sand. “ You have to dig in real deep and get allllll the sand in here. Then you have to be fast, because the sand starts spilling when you pick it up.” He heaves the sand filled sifter right over the bucket, the opening just big enough to let the crab sifter sit on top. “ Then, the fun part.” He grabs the bucket and the small claws, the boy besides him shrieking in laughter as Billy starts rocking the bucket vigorously. The sand falls through the holes quicker that way, until all that was left on top was rocks and other doohickeys. He dumps those into the small pile on the other side of him, showing the sand to the boy. “ Tada, soft sand!”

The boy sticks his hand back in, nodding as if he was inspecting some luxury item and giving it a seal of approval. “ You’re so right. You’re so smart for making it.”

“ Thanks!” Billy grins, then leans over a little to see into the other boy’s bucket. “ Your sand is wet.”

“ Mmhmm. I’m making a sand castle over there.” The boy points in the direction he came from, Billy turning his head. True to his word, there was a sand castle in the making, right next to a beach towel and lone beach umbrella. There was nobody else there, Billy looking back at the boy.

“ Where’s your mama and dad?”

“ Uh.” The boy blinks once, then twice with a shrug. “ I don’t know. They said to stay here and they’ll be right back. But they didn’t tell me where they’re going.”

“ Why not? My mama’s right in there, she’s always around!” He points to the beach house that isn’t that far from him, the boy following his finger.

“ You live there?”

“ Mmhmm, sometimes! It’s really cool, my bed has two beds.”

“ No way, really?”

Billy nods, bouncing in place. “ Yeah! It’s a bunk bed, but I don’t have any siblings so I just keep all my stuff on the bottom bed.”

“ That’s so cool. I don’t have any siblings either. My mom says she doesn’t wanna ruin her figure or something.”

Billy tilts his head, giggling. “ That’s silly to say.”

The other boy merely shrugs. “ That’s what she says though! So it’s just me.”

Billy giggles again, bumping against the boy with his forehead. “ Well, I’m here now, so you’re not by yourself anymore!”

“ Yeah?”

Billy nods, standing up and holding a hand out. The boy grabs it, Billy pointing to the sandcastle as he hauls him up. “ Can I help you make it?”

The boy nods, letting go if only to get a running start to it, Billy cackling and running after. They both skid to a stop in front of it, Billy setting his bucket down next to the striped beach towel as the boy sits down, patting the sand in his bucket with his toy shovel to smooth it out. Billy sits down on the other side as the yellow bucket is tipped over, the boy patting it firmly before slowly revealing the mound of damp sand. Billy claps for him, earning him a grin in his direction.

Billy thinks he has a really nice smile.

“ What’s your name? I’m William, but mama calls me Billy.”

“ I’m Steve. My mom calls me Steve.” Steve says, then sticks a finger into the side, narrating what he was doing. It was mostly just making windows and doors, Billy poking at it to help him. Once it was all decorated, Steve pushed the empty bucket between them, gesturing for him to pile in more sand. Billy was happy to oblige, the pair dumping it in until it was well and full.

Steve stands and grabs it by the handles, heaving it up with a grunt. Billy grabs at it and helps him lift it, Steve tilting his head to the ocean. “ Come on! It needs to be all wet to stick!” He starts shuffling as fast as his little legs could go, Billy right by his side. They set the bucket down as water laps at both of their ankles, Steve taking his shovel to dump water in. Billy, a shovelless boy, just uses his hands to transport the water until the sand was well saturated in saltwater. The trek back was harder, the sand heavier now, but they make it in one piece without dropping the bucket at all. They must be strong boys if they could pull that off.

Steve pats the sand before turning it over, then the process repeats over. “ I want a moat around this, for the alligators.”

“ Your castle has alligators?”

Steve nods, his hair bouncing with the motion. “ It has alligators and piranhas and sharks.”

“ Why?”

“ Because moats have alligators and piranhas and sharks.” Steve says it as if it were truth, so Billy takes it as truth. 

“ Oh.” He looks at the flat space around the sandcastle, then starts digging with his hands. Steve giggles and pushes his shovel into his hands.

“ It’s easier with the shovel, Billy.”

“ I knew that!” He didn’t, but he also kind of did. He just likes touching the sand directly, feeling it get underneath his fingernails. Billy still uses the shovel to dig out a sizeable moat around the castle as Steve decorates. He looks over at where Billy was earlier, then gets up and trots over. Billy looks up to watch him bend down and grab the rock pile, turning around and head back to him.

“ For decoration. No castle is complete without decorations!” Steve says as he drops the rocks besides him, sitting back down and picking up rocks to delicately place on the sides. There’s a bottlecap nestled in the pile as well, which Steve puts right above what he designated the door. Billy moves a few times to get a complete work around the moat, even digging underneath Steve’s arms without a word for excuse me. His mom would be a bit cross if he didn’t use his manners, but she wasn’t like dad.

She definitely wasn’t like dad.

“ All done!” Billy announces once the moat was complete. Steve grins and thanks him, sitting back to admire the castle. It was great, Billy thinks. The best sandcastle in the whole entire world.

“ It needs a flag.”

“ What?”

Steve points to the flat top of the sandcastle. “ A flag. Like they have in books?”

Billy looks at the top, blinking. He turns to Steve. “ We don’t have a flag.”

“ Aww. Well, uh.” Steve looks around him, then points to the ocean. “ Maybe if we find a cool shell, we can make that our flag.”

“ Oh! I know how to get the best shells. Follow me Steve!” He hops up, already rushing to the ocean. Footsteps pound softly behind him, the ocean greeting him once more as he knelt down, pushing his fingers through wet sand.

“ They’re usually buried, so we have to dig sometimes. It’s better when the tide goes, but I don’t mind this way either.” He starts crawling around, Steve giggling and getting down on his hands and knees as well.

“ The water’s so cold!”

“ Nuh uh!”

“ Is too!”

“ You’re lying, it’s not cold! Aha!” He straightens up until he was on his knees, water tickling his legs as he holds up a shell, a mini version of the ones with the ocean trapped inside. “ See?”

“ Wow, that ones so pretty, Billy!” Steve crawls up besides him, Billy handing it off. “ Yeah, this can be our flag! It can stand up if we do it straight up. Come on, you have to watch. It’s your castle too because you helped.”

Billy cocks his head in excitement, getting up to follow Steve back. Steve leans down, stabbing the shell easily into the sand. “ And there! It’s complete!” Steve stands up straight with his hands on his hips, beaming. “ Our castle, Billy!”

“ It’s so cool! Wait, hold on, I gotta… What’s the word mama uses. Christen it.” He walks over to his sand bucket, grabbing a handful in his hands. He walks back to the sandcastle, dropping the soft sand in sprinkles all over it. “ I, uh- I bless you, castle!”

“ Oh! Bless you castle!” Steve echos, then leans over to Billy, whispering. “ Did the castle sneeze?”

“ No, that’s just what the guy at church says.” Billy whispers back.

“ Oh! Okay.” Steve nods once, then leans away, yelling to nobody in particular. “ The castle of King Steve and Billy! Hurrah!”

Billy giggles, which breaks into real laughter, Steve laughing besides him.

“ Billy! Lunch!” Billy’s mom calls out, Billy perking up. He turns to Steve, bouncing on his feet.

“ Steve! Are you hungry?”

“ Hm? Uh… Yeah, I guess.”

“ You should come eat lunch with me and mama.”

“ Would you mom mind?”

Billy shakes his head. He’s sure his mom would make food for him too. Steve stares at him for a few more seconds and then up towards where Billy’s mom was waving towards them before nodding.

“ Okay, let’s go eat. I’ll race you!”

“ Oh, you’re on, Steve!”

Billy and Steve break into a run, laughing all the while on the beach.

[theladyheroine]

Aria the Cat 🎶

Tada!! 🎉 My first Sonic OC EVER!!! 🙌

Although, I’m calling this design Version 1 for now, because I’m not really feeling the outfit lol Plus I wanna do more digging into her background lore.

Anywho! Meet Aria the Cat! She’s a graceful feline with the power of music! The gemstones on her shows also make her fly!

I’ll be doing more a more elaborate version of Aria with a reference sheet included, but for not enjoy!

[never-not-ever]

Yes I made an iced vanilla latte at 10:30pm 🤷🏻‍♀️ (it's now 11:30, but I started this post an hour ago 😅). But it’s some instant Maxwell coffee packet which I keep meaning to google to see if there's even any caffeine in these (about 60ish hmmm). I remember last year I was hooked on these when I was inpatient.

Also these are my current nails. Hard to tell in the photo but it's supposed to be a sparkly dark purple. On my other hand it's the opposite. So white on my index and middle finger. I just did these last Wednesday and normally I give them at least two weeks but I have this new Christmasy set I found at T.J. Maxx that I really want to put on...

The green looks a lot darker in person. I guess I'll make this a silly little useless ramble post about nails....

So I've been using nail strips, specifically Dashing Diva for about two years now and I'm still so obsessed. Even during my 10 months inpatient every couple weeks I'd do my nails. It was always a nice little self care.

I used to get acrylics done every 2 weeks with my ex best friend all the time. I'd always tell my nail lady that I had to get acrylics, that my nails were too thin and frail and to be honest they were. But she'd always tell me I hd to just give my natural nails a chance.

I eventually switched to gel and then to dip. When I moved out of my childhood home and had to start paying rent and bills like an Adult ™️ I figured I needed to start saving money and stopped getting my nails done and nails were in the worst shape. It was such a painful transition especially because I worked with my hands in the florist and they were constantly getting wet watering plants and such.

Anywho I'd occasionally get my nails done for weddings but that was it. Fast forward a couple years later, I went to a wedding and tried Color Street nail strips and they were great for the night but they peeled off and didn't last long. But I loved the quick application process and how nice they looked right away. So then I ventured out and tried Dashing Diva and I've been hooked ever since. It's been two years I think.

Like I said they last me about two weeks but I could probably stretch it to three. For anyone who doesn't know, they're a flimsy strip that sticks to your nail and you can file off the excess but over time I've found that using nail clippers works best. Which is why I like to wait at least two weeks cause then it works out that I'm like trimming my nails and cutting off the excess at the same time.

I've ordered from their site where it's priced from like $7-$10 depending on designs but T.J. Maxx and Marshall's always has them for like $5 which is such a steal! Target and Walmart have them too. They also have a nail strip that hardens with a UV lamp and they have press on nails too. I honestly love this brand so much.

They have about 30ish different sizes and it's supposed to be simple that you just find one that fits your nail bed and tada! But about a year ago I started becoming very picky and using nail scissors and trimming it to fit my nail even better. What started out as a quick 10-15 minute process can now take me over an hour lol.

When I was inpatient in the beginning I had to resort back to just matching it as best as I could but then over time I was able to sign out my nail scissors which to be quite honest I am SHOCKED they let me sign out, even during art because those things are sharp as fuck but I wasn't complaining lol.

Anywho maybe I can look back and find some old favorite sets of mine...

Ughhhh that was from 2 years ago and I've never been able to find that set again!! It was one of my favs... Fun little fact.. There's a silver sheet in between the layers of the nail strips and it makes a reflective shadow on the wall which is Jett's favorite thing in the world so whenever I'd do my nails he would join in on the fun....

That stained glass design was another 👌🏻

I'm not much of a mauve colored kind of gal these days but those two bottles at the bottom- I didn't use to use way back when I first started using these. So if anyone is reading this and considering giving it a try these two are a must. The Magic Off is to get the strips off. I used to just peel them off, and boy did that ruin my nails for a bit. That red cap bottle is just a base seal that you put under the strips before you put them on.

I can talk about these things forever. Clearly.... Let me see if I have anymore photos 😅

Using my cat as a backdrop lmao. But another photo of Jett joining me during Nail Time 😭

I swear I had more but oh well. Better to end this long post already. Maybe Sunday I'll redo them with the trees and presents which now that I think of it... kind of ironic since I hate the holidays and am very Grinch like 💚

[nochepsicodelica]

what r some of ur favourite toji fics (either on here or ao3) anyways i love u and your works sm!!

Hii! I really appreciate the love! Thank you so much! 🥰

So, lately i've been lacking a bit with the reading and have been more focused on writing, but there are some good works i've encountered. I'm not on ao3 so these will all be works from Tumblr blogs. I hope you don't mind that I won't be able to link the blogs or the works. My blog must be broken or something because I can't attach links to anything, it just keeps saying the url doesn't work, but anywho, I'll leave the titles and the blog names. These are just a few, most of them are little drabbles but I love them loads <3

Act of Service - @/levisjinchuriki

This fluffy wonder doesn't have a title but i'm gonna call it An Afternoon Nap - @/eclipseslayer

Sorry - @/thegoogoomuckkk

to you - @/colonelarr0w

Prison Boyfriend Toji Series - @/tojipie

Police Officer!Toji - @/nejiverse

a gift, for you - @/sleepymarimo

Soft - @/alexiroflife

Edit: My linking abilities are fixed (?) Tada! Enjoy these amazing works <3

[teruvashshennanigans]

Woohoo, pinned post!

This is just gonna be a simple blog where I share pictures of my Teru Vash :3 He wants to start his modeling career so I’m helping <3

Hehe, being serious though, I just wanted a place to put all my pictures of my Teru, sooo,, tada! Feel free to send in pictures of your own too via submissions hehe (it’ll be like a playdate for our little guys!) I’ll post whenever I can

Anywho, enjoy your stay <3

[fallmonds]

I made a South Park persona 🤡

Tada

I snuck her into the image below, see if you can find her

Anywho, that's all.

[littlerac]

——ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ——

rarararar !! Anywho,, I’m a regressor ages (2-5), she/him, who’s looking for regressor friends and caregiver friends!!! Because more friends the merrier am I right?? I’m also looking to post agere stuff about myself and my fandoms!!

I love writing fanfics about my fandoms, some mostly agere, and some not!! Here is the link too my ao3

——༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ——

Tada!! Anywho, now I’m going to list my fandoms and stuff, please PLEASE feel free to ask me questions, ask to write any agere FANFICTIONS, interact, whatever!!

ָ࣪➹ MS MARVEL!! The comics AND mcu (Current hyper-fixation..)

ָ࣪➹ stranger things!!!

ָ࣪➹ I love odd squad :DD (tiny me likes odd squad!! :DD they are so silly and all neurodivergent ^_^)

ָ࣪➹ Owl house!!

ָ࣪➹ Sweet tooth (it’s SOBSIEJ CUTE!)

ָ࣪➹ Marvel movies, but mainly sang-chi, captain marvel, Spider-Man and iron man!

ָ࣪➹ I super duper uppper love bluey!!

——༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ——

That’s all I can think of! Please send me ask’s to draw or write for any fandoms listed and I will try my bestesss!! I hope you guys enjoy :D

[speak-to-roger]

[Oohhhh my god rogersport fans, the moment you've all been waiting for!! For the mod of this blog to type out Roger literally just headbutting Jack and calling that a kiss while he secretly dies inside!! Uh,, anywho.]

[Roger kinda just presses the dial of his phone head against Jack's face. Tada, rogersport.]

pushes jack and roger together gacha life style

“WH- H- HEY!”

[Congratulations you fucks, Roger and Jack are now trapped in the rogersport crowd.]

// @sportsythetangerine THEY WON'T CALM DOWN,,

[miniscule-meow]

Millie and Ethan: Study Date (G/t)

Note: I changed the beginning of this, so I hate it less now. Enjoy.

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Millicent has been best friends with Ethan since middle school, and she’s never told him her secret. Well, to be fair, she’s never told anyone about it. She’s a size shifter. There’s just never been a great time to tell him, how do you even bring that up? She’s shifted around him before, but she’s always managed to hide. Then when she grows back, she would just talk her way out of any suspicion. Sure, she trusts him. She’s known him for a long time, and she’s certain that he wouldn’t hurt her or blackmail her or anything like that. But still, she just hasn’t been ready to rip that band-aid off quite yet.

Today was supposed to be just like any other day! They met at their favorite spot in the library. It’s all the way in the back, past the computers. Anyone that finds their way that far back into the library are usually either horribly lost, or they know exactly what they’re looking for. They were going to study for their psychology midterm. Ethan was late, as always, but he brought them both smoothies, so she let it slide. Everything was normal, until she got that familiar tingling sensation deep in her bones. Sometimes shifting is triggered by strong emotions that makes sense to her. But other times, for seemingly no reason at all, it just happens. This must be one of those times where her body just decides that she suddenly needs to be four inches tall. Millie huffs, inconvenienced by this timing. Usually, she can control it, it just takes a little bit of focus. It’s just hard to focus on staying her normal height while reviewing psychology vocab.

“You good?” Ethan asks, lowering his flashcards.

“Yeah. Just a headache.” She mumbles, bringing a hand to her head.

“We can take a quick break if you want.” He shrugs.

“Yeah. I’ll be right back” It’s becoming increasingly apparent to her that she isn’t going to be able to fight this shift off. The safest thing to do is to just hide out in the bathroom or in some corner in the library until she can grow back. It’ll be fine. She’s had to do stuff like this before. Unfortunately for her she doesn’t get that far. She takes maybe five steps away from the table, and then in a blink she’s on the floor, four inches tall. Shifting can be so disorienting, especially when it happens so fast like that. It leaves her head swimming as she takes in her surroundings from her new perspective.

“Uh. Millie?” He calls out to her, tentatively. Shit. She can’t see a good way of getting out of this one. She turns to see him rising from the table, his wide eyes locked on her miniscule form. They stare at one another wordlessly for a moment.

“What…happened?” He takes a step towards her, and her instincts take over. She bolts, running in the opposite direction. If she can make it to the end of this bookshelf there’s a little reading nook. Maybe she could hide under the chair or behind something. Traveling down this aisle would have taken no time at her full height, but she feels like she might as well be trying to clear the distance of an airport runway at this size.

“Hey, wait!” He calls out. She doesn’t need to throw a glance over her shoulder to know he’s following her. She feels his footsteps thunder behind her, sending vibrations in her direction. They get stronger as he draws nearer, until it becomes challenging to keep her balance. She’s not even close to making it to the reading nook, when a massive hand comes down in front of her, blocking her path. She runs right into the palm and unceremoniously falls backwards. She looks up to see Ethan. Even though he’s on his knees he still towering over her. He’s frozen, just blinking down at her in disbelief as she picks herself off of the floor.

“Millie?” He stares at her, his eyes wide, his mouth agape, completely entranced. She fights the urge to fidget under the weight of his gaze, so instead she just crosses her arms, still trying to catch her breath from her mini marathon.

His size is staggering. He’s absolutely massive. Even though she’s been shifting her whole life, she never gets over the sheer scale of things when she’s small like this. She’s seen Ethan from this angle before a couple times, but she’s always been hiding, and he’s never seen her. Now, his gaze is absolute as he stares down at her looking completely awestruck.

She tells herself that this is going to be fine. They’ll both get over the initial shock and things will be okay. She tries to think rationally about this. She’s known Ethan for so long, she knows for a fact that he won’t hurt her. He has trouble hurting spiders. The logical part of her brain trusts him. Her instincts, however, are screaming at her. Seeing him at this size, having to look straight up to see his face as he looms over her, he probably doesn’t even realize that he’s looming, the whole ordeal is a little unnerving to say the least.

“Quit looking at me like that.” She tries to sound assertive and confident, but it’s like he doesn’t even hear her. In fact, he leans forward more.

“Is this really happening right now?” Before she can respond, his hand is reaching out towards her. “What happened to you?” He extends a finger and pokes her middle. It’s a simple gesture from him, but to her it might as well have been a shove. She stumbles back, as he almost pushes her off of her feet.

“Hey! Watch it!” She glares up at him, putting on a brave face to distract from how her heart is hammering in her chest.

“Don’t be scared.” He says quietly. His hand hovers nearby for a moment before curling around her and pulling her off of the floor. The world moves quickly around her as she’s brought to dizzying heights. He stands and brings her back over to their table. It takes a second for her stomach to catch up to her. She’s never been picked up like this before. In fact, the last time she interacted with anyone while she was this size was several years ago, and it was with her parents. Ethan sits at the table but doesn’t set her down. Instead, he holds her up so that his face is all she can see; his breathing moves the air around her. He just holds her there, his eyes slowly taking in every tiny detail.

“Wow. You’re so tiny.” Thankfully he whispers, so even though his voice rumbles all around her, at least it isn’t hurting her ears.

“Yeah, I know. Are you done? You-you can put me down now.” Her confidence is beginning to slip as he just, doesn’t seem to be listening to her. His other hand crowds in. She leans back, but quickly finds she has no where to go to escape him. One massive digit brushes lightly against her arm, tracing down to pull her hand onto his fingertip. His breath catches as he examines her miniscule fingers in comparison to his own.

“You are SO tiny.” He repeats as he continues to fidget with her limbs. She can tell he is trying to be gentle, but he’s still manhandling her, like she’s some kind of toy. As if on cue to confirm her thoughts he says, “You’re like, a tiny goth Barbie.” His chuckle vibrates around her, sending a chill down her spine. She’s too freaked out to even scowl at him.

“O-okay. Alright. Knock it off.” She tries to push away at the fingers that are crowding her, but it does nothing to help her situation. He is in absolute control here, and there is nothing she can do to stop it. She is absolutely going to kick his ass when she grows back to normal. “Ethan! Stop! Please!” She finally yells up at him, punching at the nearest digit as hard as she can. She hates how the panic caused her voice to be high and strained, but it gets his attention. His hands freeze for a second, before he slowly sets her down on the table.

“I’m sorry.” His hands hover for just a moment longer before he pulls them away. She crosses her arms, and glowers up at her very big, very dumb friend, while she tries to pretend that she isn’t shaking like a leaf. “I guess I got carried away there.” He says apologetically, looking embarrassed.

“Uh, yeah! What the hell was that?” She glares up at him.

“I don’t know. I just, I mean it’s not everyday that your friend shrinks. I don’t know. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” She looks up at him, trying to decide if she forgives him or not.

“I’m fine.” She sighs.

“So, like,” He fidgets in front of her, “what’s going on? Are you going to be stuck like this forever now?”

“What? No. This just happens sometimes. Give it a few minutes and I’ll be back to normal.” He blinks down at her, dumbfounded.

“What do you mean this ‘just happens’?”

“I’m a size shifter. I’ve been able to do this since like… forever. That’s why I was homeschooled for so long.”

“Wait. You’ve been able to do this the whole time I’ve known you, and you’ve never told me?”

“I’m telling you now.” Millie states with a shrug. Then, upon noticing his hurt expression she continues, “Look. There was just never a good time. I don’t know. I couldn’t figure out how to tell you. I mean who knows you could have freaked out, or you could have just picked me up and ignored when I told you to back off and- oh wait. That’s exactly what happened, huh.” She raises her eyebrows, annoyed, and he looks down guiltily.

“Alright. That’s fair. Millie, seriously I’m really sorry.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” She looks away.

“… Do you forgive me?” She doesn’t need to look at him to know he’s giving her big puppy dog eyes.

“Buy me lunch and I’ll consider it.”

“Deal.”

“Listen. Just be more careful next time, please. And also, actually listen to me, maybe?”

“Alright. You got it.”

In the next few minutes, she grows back to her regular size. He has a million and one questions about all of this, but they have to make sure they can pass this midterm first. So, those questions will just have to wait.